I long ago grew tired
Of begging on my knees
For nothing but a tiny
Taste of your love.
~
Now you walk forward,
Greedy for my attention
And offer me your heart
On a platter of gold.
~
I take it in my hand,
And squeeze out every bit
Of filth that has been sleeping
In it for so many loveless years.
Buurn... I love this poem. Especially the last few phrases. I felt a lot from it. Thanks for writing! !
Great poem. i love the bit of hate you put in your poems. great write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow... so contraversal... love then hate... amazing in the way u put it! ! great poem... i really like the last stanza its my fav.! ! ! ! ur friend Bella