do with me,
what you will.
I will always love you,
my soul's for you to kill,
the past I can't undo.
a word or two can cut me,
your negligence can destroy;
but my wounds, you'll never see,
I'll be your puppet,
but not your toy.
do with me,
what you will,
cast aside my lost emotions,
let me take the bitter pill,
of your cold and callow notions.
the hurt runs dark and deep,
scars are there, 'tho hidden;
I'm forever in your keep,
to do as I am bidden.
do with me,
what you will,
my love will stand
the shaking;
my heart is yours,
'tho it be ill,
until the last
and final taking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem