With her

by Your Blood I Want.   Nov 23, 2006


With out the taste
Of a broken soul
Torn to waste
Because of its haste
To find the one
Who makes it whole

To find its face
Is to know itself
In its dark place
With cramped space
In its darkest room
Its personal hell

To look at her
Is to see its life
She is his cure
With her he is secure
With no strife

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