Kendra Sullivan - knife called lust

i think of all that i have done
the lust of love i think so dear
i cry upon the clear fall
i get up ask whos there
a calm quiet silluet in the for ground
i call again who is there
the shiny knife in the moon light oh so bright
i think upon all my mistakes as the knife goes cold.

Kendra Sullivan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knife-called-lust/