Self-Reflection

Desire, in reality is longing for more.

Lust, is the desire to have sex galore.

How  can I have faith that lve is serendipity?

When I give up my self so winningly; to someone who turned on me so wickedly.

Shallow shadow swallowed by vanity.

Couriosity turned into insanity.

The infatuation that never goes away and always stays ashore.

Relinquish my heart; vanish affection.

How much pain will I endure?

Will I ever soar?

Comparison turns into deseption but I'm solely imperfection.

Re-born betwwen clashes of waves that never seem to pace

Feeling like I'm from outer space

Scattered into a spaceless void reinvigorating temptation.

Left without a trace; nothing left to embrace; when will I escape this interlaced disgrace?