CREATIVE - POETRY
I wish it were you that love freed
Follow your lust, their are those who will be there when you reach your end
Now love is to suffer at addictions hand,
The fight that happens I can't understand.
I wish it were you that love freed.
But addiction won, it a sturdy steed
Forcing itself on love's soft breast
Love itself would lose the test.
So take your leave I know you will
Follow your lust, I love you still
First Written: Opinionsofeye.com
Copyright © 2010 D. Sager
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