if not you, I'd rather none;
if taken too soon, I'd be gone;
my body your eternal temple;
please love me gentle;
leave and I'll crumble;
if not you, let my soul slumber;
a foreign touch my point of ruin;
if not you, what am I doing?
engulf me completely;
gobble me fully;
two heartbeats in sync;
as one, fill me to the brink.
— Anastacia
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PoezjaA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
