Desire

April 24, 2016

I fear all that I'm making

and can't deem foresaking

in fear of endangering

an identity I have been maintaining

I don't no saving

or constant blaming

my heart inflaming

desire burning

insides churning

yet I'm yearning

for something I'm still learning

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