The first or last stand
Here I stand with my Chest opened.
My granite outer case chiseled away.
I’m showing my Heart to prove I am No god, I Hurt, I feel, and I’m just as vulnerable as You.
I now show you my greatest weakness, and my greatest strength, one in the same
Your eyes are exposed to this sight because I must tell you, Friend is too weak of a word
You would be more of my earth then my friend, You sustain what life I have.
I now bare my heart to show not the love of a mate,
But the love of my soul
Here I stand waiting on the strike of fangs or the embrace of your soul
If the fangs don’t strike our souls are bound
Making this My first or last stand.














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I am speechless.
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"The poet's business is not to save the soul of man, but to make it worth saving" -James Elroy Flecker
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I have sold my soul to...
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Amazing work here. +fav
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