The Snake Poem by Iselin Steinsto
The Snake
You are to me
a sweet poison
making your way through
my veins like a snake to be
Your sweet poison
delusions me
softens me
and that's no illusion
The snake will never set me free
and I don't know if I want to be
your face haunts me in my dreams
to escape is not as easy as it seems.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: snake
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