In your eyes brews a fire.
A longing to be.
You are wanting to roar.
Are you there?
Are you lost in a warehouse of spies?
You are empty?
Or are you?
Who believes in you and your heartaches  and heartbreaks?
Who postures in gestures?
Who wants to hold and caress?
Misinterpretation of death,
Guess who?
(c)Livvi