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i will bleed for you take this salt rag and caress your eyes blink for me, let a tidal wave of sleep fly down into my mind linger there i will kill for you take a rusty etching of your heart use it to saw away at the marrow of the side-starers, the woe-wishers those who don't love you like i do who don't do you right i will die for you let my meorial pave the way for my wake, you'll be the guest of honor i won't mind it underground the worms make better conversation sometimes i would rather live for you such fantasy as this was not made for true love sure i could fetch you tulips (their dew fresh in the early afternoon) but why you want me to leave your side makes me question your intents... |
i tend to think so too. about the worms' conversation, i mean. still can't get over how well you write for your age. such cynicism is astounding. bravo, again, baby Sappho!| Posted on 2004-07-01 00:00:00 | by ruejacobs | [ Reply to This ] | this is a very good poem, i can relate i ones found someone like how you said i would die for, i love this poem, i can really relate to it | ![]() | Posted on 2004-06-08 00:00:00 | by JGo | [ Reply to This ] | very good poem indeed. I like it just the way it is except for the spelling error meorial i think should be memorial. Other than that your poem is flawless. I'm adding it to my favs and reading some more of your stuff...thanks for the great read | | Posted on 2004-06-08 00:00:00 | by ares_nuke_1 | [ Reply to This ] | |