Passion?
You want to see Passion?
Passion is the lust I feel
watching a dew's refraction
on a petal so vibrant,
and so placed,
that it could not be placidity I feel,
But Excitement.
Passion is when you tell me
to **** you,
and pull your hair
I slow down
because
I Mean It
Passion is that flooding spark,
the moment a match
becomes gas,
when I feel
invincibly
collapsed into
An Epiphany
You don't know passion.
Because if you did
You'd know it's not just a glory
I entice,
but equally
A Gore
Passion is having your heart broken,
and looking to the floor
a devastation
Wailing as you feed
your intestines back
inside of yourself
Craving forgiveness
and receiving
Futility
Passion is hearing a song
that rips you to a moment
so far away
and so irrelevant
you feel breathless,
a coward,
and that one moment
that once kept you lit
becomes something
You Can't Control
Passion,...
Passion is a curse,
a bias,
a crutch
As equal,
a gift
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 3:52 PM UTC
Passion?
You want to see Passion?
Passion is the lust I feel
watching a dew's refraction
on a petal so vibrant,
and so placed,
that it could not be placidity I feel,
But Excitement.
Passion is when you tell me
to **** you,
and pull your hair
I slow down
because
I Mean It
Passion is that flooding spark,
the moment a match
becomes gas,
when I feel
invincibly
collapsed into
An Epiphany
You don't know passion.
Because if you did
You'd know it's not just a glory
I entice,
but equally
A Gore
Passion is having your heart broken,
and looking to the floor
a devastation
Wailing as you feed
your intestines back
inside of yourself
Craving forgiveness
and receiving
Futility
Passion is hearing a song
that rips you to a moment
so far away
and so irrelevant
you feel breathless,
a coward,
and that one moment
that once kept you lit
becomes something
You Can't Control
Passion,...
Passion is a curse,
a bias,
a crutch
As equal,
a gift
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