Me And My Deathwish Poem by Blanche Hardin

Me And My Deathwish



Somehow I know I'm haunted to be wanted,
What of this unwanted love.
Sometimes I feel I've got get away from you,
The pain of knife you drove right through.
Taste of my blood pouring through my teeth,
All for a written and signed deed.

Friday, February 29, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: haunted,sometimes
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Blanche Hardin

Blanche Hardin

Bakersfield, California
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