Take My Hand Poem by poem whore

Take My Hand



I want you like
the grass needs dirt
from the foundation
of my roots
you will be what
bears my fruite
can you be mine
tel the end of time
for us, , , , , is just
a blink
but forever is
all washed down
the sink.
forget is what is done
you know not what
is to come.
I will keep you safe
locked inside
of a heart shaped box? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
who R u

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