Hungry Poet
By atia
Feed me Give me the will Within my breath To carry on To speak, to scream To bear the daggers Shooting from your eyes Let me bask under the sun of my dreams Let me bathe In the calm That I will to be me Let me rise Like a storm Let me fall Let me have it all Breathe me Feel me Save me While I save you...This is what poetry means to me and thank all you poets for being there :) Written January 4th, 2002 © on Jan 04 2002 10:44 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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