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What's that sound echoing from my chest?
The continuous beating without rest
It quickens at the appearance of your name
Pumps the blood quicker when touched without shame
My mind become delirious with thought
Daydreaming of a cold wet day that was hot
When reinforced walls came tumbling down
And ice queen lost her crown
Do I want this?
Do I want him?
I miss, I want the touch of his skin
I want to be held
I want to hold
I love, like the way he was bold
Even if right now it isn't just
Is this love?
Or Lust?
The continuous beating without rest
It quickens at the appearance of your name
Pumps the blood quicker when touched without shame
My mind become delirious with thought
Daydreaming of a cold wet day that was hot
When reinforced walls came tumbling down
And ice queen lost her crown
Do I want this?
Do I want him?
I miss, I want the touch of his skin
I want to be held
I want to hold
I love, like the way he was bold
Even if right now it isn't just
Is this love?
Or Lust?
Literature
This Fruit Called Love
I understand we didn't make it
We fell apart along the way
At first, I couldn't take it
Then there was nothing I could say
Only now, the tables have turned
Our past is a dream forgotten
My heart's flame has always burned
This fruit called love shall not be rotten
So this is what I have realized
Our union was always a work of fate
'Tis a test where we'll be penalized
The condition is, it's never too late
Literature
my mask
sometimes my mask breaks
my mask that always smiles
through the cracks... tears flow
Literature
Feeling Insane...
I think I've Lost my Mind,
It is Nowhere to be Found.
I've searched Far and Wide,
Alas! It is not around.
Wait, Hold it right There!
I think I had a Thought!
I used my Brain, I Swear!
That doesn't happen a lot.
This must mean it is Nearby,
It can't be very far,
How Else could I write this Queer Rhyme?
A poet can't be a Retard.
The mind is a funny Little Thing
& even quite Ironic.
The day you feel you know Everything,
Is when you've Actually Lost it!
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I'd say it's lust, seeing as it's focused on visceral body reactions.
If you were waxing poetic, say, about the way he talked, or the way he was kind, etc, then I'd believe it was more a mix of the two.
If you were waxing poetic, say, about the way he talked, or the way he was kind, etc, then I'd believe it was more a mix of the two.