Knife Called Lust Poem by Kendra Sullivan
Knife Called Lust
i think of all that i have done
the lust of love i think so dear
i cry upon the clear fall
i get up ask whos there
a calm quiet silluet in the for ground
i call again who is there
the shiny knife in the moon light oh so bright
i think upon all my mistakes as the knife goes cold.
think not of the mistakes that passed think of lesson learned of the past though knife been cold for sometime there's something that can ring your chime. lovely poem. thanksmd.
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4/23/2024 5:10:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
well penned. the title thrilling! ...........10+