Idiosyncratic Love

by Isabella   May 16, 2008


Let me fight,
your dwindling light.

Let me be your reason,
and your fright.

Let my poison lips,
give you a razor blade kiss.

Let me be your friend,
through torture and gore.

Let me hold you tight,
your nightmares, my light.

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  • 16 years ago

    by RainbowSlider

    This poem really spoke to me. It definately has a life to it. I loved it.

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