By Dana Lewis
Taste of my love,
taste of my soul
Suck the essence of life from me
You will not take me
Suck upon my vein
you will not drain
I am too strong for you
but you will not know you are wrong.
me against thee.
and now you flee.
Heart chased, unto see
only thing to find
something beyond mind.
something gone, something wrong
but the soul is strong
go away, for to say
come again another day
all is trash and gone to thrash
late night, all is right
dark angles take flight.
I am the idea of love
I am a dream
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