Feed Me (with your love)

by Thomas DeAngelo · 12 January 2015

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You are the air I need,
Drowning in this pool of life.
You are my oxygen,
Pure and refreshing.

Where do I lay my head,
For your healing.
You are the best place to rest,
Bring me back to life.

Your skills of love,
Surpass the collegiate
Scholars of medical degrees.

Feed me,
All your care, all your love,
Feed my soul with
This thing you say
Is a natural thing of yours. …..
Feed me all of your heart and soul.

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Thomas DeAngelo

This is a writer of modern poetry and an inspiring writer. Residing in the lower Appalachian mountains of Pennsylvania where he enjoys reading, writing and is his spare time hiking. He has been writing since the 1980's with expectations of being published. The words that flow by ink are the defeats and enjoyments of the life lived in the years that accompanied the mind of a writer that measured his time recognizing the passions of surrounding people.