Hold me
She was the moon that lit up my sky
my candle
my only light in
my darkness
now that she's gone
I need someone
to hold me.
She was the sun that lit up my days
my lamp
my only hope in
my madness
now that she's gone
I need someone
to hold me.
For if I am free and get a
hold of death
I will torture him
slowly
for all that he has taken
from me
on till he prays for one fucking thing;
himself.
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Beautiful Madness
PoetryThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna
