Conor Young

Rookie (02/06/93 / London)

The Bite Of Love - Poem by Conor Young

Hold me close, for now.
Softly sleeping with your hand on my thigh.
Nothing shall ever come from a thorn of crowns
Tomorrow will be the day I die.

Love is darkness, love is night,
And love will be an everlasting sigh
One made so bitter by the sunlight
Tomorrow will be the day I die.

Hold me close, for now,
Earnestly exerting your passion into weary eyes.
Nobody even stops and thinks about why?
Tomorrow will be the day that I die

Love is dishonesty, love is corruption,
And love will never wonder why.
No one will try to make the correction
Tomorrow will be the day that I die.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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