The servantA Poem by AKhaus
I serve you well my love, I serve you well.
well before the nights, well before the day, I serve you well. No light, no dark, no space, no endless frontier without serving my love, I serve you well. I beg, I bow, I take a vow, I betray promises...all to serve you well, my love. I crawl, I run and then I am undone, unraveling in the pit of you, all in service for you my love. The lies, the web, the truth the heart, what is black is white you are tearing me apart...all in-service for you, all and in service for you my love. © 2017 AKhaus |
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Added on August 22, 2017 Last Updated on August 22, 2017 |