An Appeal Poem by Anisa Tara
An Appeal
Lover come here, hem me in,
There is nothing I want more.
Let us make and break ourselves,
Dirty tears mingled on the floor.
Lover come here, hold me close,
Nothing compares to your embrace.
Don't think about the aftermath,
Regret is a cheap price to pay.
Lover come here, look at me,
Don't tell me this isn't right.
Look at these pieces on the floor,
And give me my brief respite.
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