Untitled
By dreamtmusic
Your eyes do chill me to the bone
Like some cruel thought best left
unknown.
What's in your heart, I cannot guess
A matter,
though, I shall not press.
To hate is love with such a fury
That actions then can know no jury.
So you'll stay cold and
I'll see red
'til one of us is left for dead.
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Copyright 2011 dreamtmusic
Published on Thursday, September 29, 2011.
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"Poetry"