Taken Poem by anna E

look at this girl... taken
to minds taken, thinking of something fake to fill the aching need
to give this away
she wonders why this rice on her place doesnt fill her
wanting something more, shaddows come
the smell, the touch... for her its addicting
How little does she know that something can satify that a lion calls out
To love over flowing right beside her, with more that just tears on the side plate
Come, it calls. begging... pleading.
Just take it, right there. What youve always wanted in this burned heart, and more.
She crys for her, please come home.