Satans Own

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Satans Own

The fire that lights your eyes,
burns within me
Your chanced glance in my direction
Your delicate smile
The sound of your voice,
fills my soul
From that first moment of desire
To have you
To touch you
To love you
But your untouchable
Unloveable
Satans own daughter

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UnrefinedYet commented on Satans Own

06-28-2009

very nicely written..graspingly simple. because you make it understandable enough that it's relatable [if thats a word..]

michelenastee commented on Satans Own

11-21-2008

That's pretty heavy dude, but cool.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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