Its Own Way!

your heart, my tongue,
my eyes, your feet.
your hand, my soul...

my cold, your heat...
inside, decide,
naked cant hide!

your words, my thoughts,
this battle being fought....
my hopes, your need,

love's chains set free.
tomorrow, or today,
hunger makes its own way!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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