The object of your desire,
an all consuming obsession.
That fuel that burns the fire,
to keep you in transgression.
Maybe it's an addiction,
something you can't control.
An endless soul affliction,
that will somehow make you whole.
What is it that you're yearning for,
what is it that you need?
Never really sure how much more,
your broken heart can bleed.
Everything you earnestly seek,
is all inside of you.
No one else can make you weak,
unless you give them power to.
Your painful craving is not love,
although it feels so close.
Sometimes fits just like a glove,
filled with your presuppose.
You must seek something higher,
than anything on earth.
A force that will acquire
your forfeited self worth.
Easier said than done,
but not completely absurd.
This journey has just began,
but already the lines are blurred.
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| Photo Courtesy of Milwaukee Noir |
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