Take This Knife

 

Take this knife,

Jewel encrusted,

Hilt inlaid with gold,

Take this knife,

You are trusted,

Don't let this grow cold.

 

My mistake,

I didn't mean to give you power,

But I don't want it back,

I gave you everything with eyes wide open,

And what you give me I lack.

 

Warmth of you beside me,

As we lay there,

Wrapped in each others thoughts,

Knowing that the feeling we get from every touch,

Is something that we never fought.

 

I'm looking into your eyes and trusting you,

Hoping you trust me too.

So take this knife made up of serpent secrets,

The only power to break me.

Take this destruction and make me.

The End

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