Wishing, Waiting, Wasting

You are the first,
You are the last,

The very essence of my past.

You carry bold,
You have me sold,

The way you make me bend and fold.

I carry you,
You carry me,

Were all too blind, and that we see.

You're barren fields,
I'm wastefull rain,

Gratitude is your only shame.

You are hunger,
I am feast,

The blood is dripping off your cheek.

You hand to mine,
My hand to yours,

Our love is nothing but a chore.

Poem by Vampirasaurus

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