eat the flesh spit out the seeds that’s all there is to this disease you want the cure it’s easy, it’s a breeze close your eyes drop to your knees it’s a daunting blade it’s a silver shell you can’t buy love it’s not for sell you can touch my hand my heart exposed but I warn you first I have thorns like a rose
I thoroughly enjoyed this poem. It's well composed, directly to the point without too much fluff and stuff. Giving you an understanding of the intimate nature composing this individual. It is a disease.
