you to the end

November 23, 2010
By Anonymous

You came in to my life,
Like a breeze of panted wind.
You always carried a knife,
Like it was the newest trend.

I hated you at first,
Your darkness to much.
But soon I begin to thirst,
Of your ruff touch.

I saw your light,
That surrounded the dark.
I watched you fight,
Looking for Noah’s ark.

So in the end,
I think I’ll say,
As long as you mend,
Do what you may.

The author's comments:
i wrote this for a book im writing.

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