i think of all that i have done <br />the lust of love i think so dear <br />i cry upon the clear fall <br />i get up ask whos there <br />a calm quiet silluet in the for ground <br />i call again who is there <br />the shiny knife in the moon light oh so bright <br />i think upon all my mistakes as the knife goes cold.<br /><br />Kendra Sullivan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knife-called-lust/
