WHEN FLESH IS CALLING
You call my name, you know it so wellI HATE YOUR VOICE
the way you try to flatter me but in actuality
you're trying to fatten me for slaughter
I WAS YOUR SLAVE... FEEDING MY FLESH...
NOW....
I STARVE MYSELF AND YOU TO LIVE....
WHEN FLESH IS CALLING
You call my name, you know it so wellA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Hearts Desire | 0 | 07/15/2009 |
A Sweet Promise | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
WHEN FLESH IS CALLING | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
Tracy's Rhythm | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
BLACK RAIN | 1 | 07/07/2009 |
Love's Song | 1 | 07/07/2009 |
The Last Night | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
You Lost.... | 0 | 07/01/2009 |
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