You talk about I love it coming back <br />and when it ever, never should it must. <br />That rage within, upon my brow it grows. <br />From each vow I gave, you threw them back. <br />Stronger now and makes your, why my curse. <br /> <br />The look unlike sweet lotus black astride it <br />sits here wide across my stark and moody face. <br />It once, it was each mask I wore for you, for all. <br />A flower white so bright and tall so neat and trim. <br />I, my need for bars of silver trim, <br />each word you spoke was gold my bed, I loved. <br /> <br />My mind, your voice, my love, your hate mistrust <br />my tree, your deepest need, I have to cut you off. <br />The magic blood deep rivers flowed you watched. <br />With your greedy eyes, I made it grow for you, <br />deep inside to show my love, and long my dark regrets. <br />I planted seeds and grew some heady weeds, I read.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/over-and-over-and-over/
