I love the burning of words
Why do we crave love that empties us?
Feeling more desolate than prior
Strength will find its way
My heart will be fixated on respect
Consumed with the will to be loved truly.
But until then, continue to uproot me.
I’m glad you find me pretty to look at.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
I love the burning of words
Why do we crave love that empties us?
Feeling more desolate than prior
Strength will find its way
My heart will be fixated on respect
Consumed with the will to be loved truly.
But until then, continue to uproot me.
I’m glad you find me pretty to look at.
