Desire
The demands of the heart never
Make sense.
Desire within reaches out
With no recompense.
It takes over and spreads
Throughout the entirety
Of my being.
My heart explodes from
The stress on my own
Life’s meaning.
Desire isn’t there to help
Anyone, but I wish
Something good could come out of it…
Or Someone.
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teddybear11196
I love words... I actually started out writing lyrics for songs and then I realized how much more I can express myself through poetry. One of my teachers pushed me to join the writing club at school and the book that the club published had so many amazing writers that I decided that I wanted to be a part of that community. When I write my poetry about a topic that means something to me it makes me feel freer, like a weight lifts off my shoulders every time and I LOVE IT!
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