What I am..
What I am..
For you my skin feels very cold
for me it's like I'm feeling hot
my bite can end in a little spurt
or a big filthy blood clod..
You don't believe that I exist
yet I'm standing here next to you
causing your heart to tremble
making your dark skies a little blue..
My species are not like yours
our hearts don't even beat the same
and although you can touch me
this dream to you is for me a game..
I'm so much alive
yet surrounded by death
my kiss can be sweet
or can steal your last breath..
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| Ton Rijkers: | Woensdag, januari 16, 2002 20:50 |
| Hallo V@mpke, I can only say:A very sensative and sweetly poem. Greetings, Ton Rijkers |
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