You are my soul
You are my soul,
you are my everything, and I am lost in you.
When I return exhausted
and washed up from all my work
after a tedious day of overtime,
I would have nothing to come home to
if you were not there
to whisper new encouragement
into my blasted bleeding soul,
that would run out of blood
if I did not have you as a refill.
So let me go to sleep in you
enfolded in your blessed arms
to wake again tomorrow
to another day of hard work's torture
without you, but having you
to wait for me to save it.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2010-07-22 at 10:49
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