The word are burning on my tongue There I see you smile again For my agony and pain You have everything to gain I am not playing any game My love for you will stay the same Strike me… fight me… take me… I am yours to take… snake For words are meaningless to you And for those… who no longer cares Poison me with your venom I am willing to die for you I don’t want to get laid I am too loaded… with enough poison Ready to explode… or to kill a Rat!! There I see you smiling once again Behind my smile hides a tear So unbearable and sincere And behind it all You will find Silence
A very powerful write, Tinka. I'm going to agree with Ed...when you're ready to let go of the pain, you will feel so much better :) Trust me, I've been there recently
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excellence! remind me not to make you mad :)
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
A profoundly, extremely well-crafted poem - superb all the way!!
Best wishes,
Robert
to be venemous Tinka!
by the love and light you desire...
powerful, emotive write; well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :(