The art of being loved
is a curious thing.
Something starts,
So full of fear and doubt,
trepidation.
Knowing looks and unknown thoughts.
Flickers and smiles.
Moments.
Where we are just wild,
close, closed;
off to the world.
'Till we need no others.
Feed on passion,
crave control.
It is a curious thing
where living without is
living in sin.
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 9:08 AM UTC
The art of being loved
is a curious thing.
Something starts,
So full of fear and doubt,
trepidation.
Knowing looks and unknown thoughts.
Flickers and smiles.
Moments.
Where we are just wild,
close, closed;
off to the world.
'Till we need no others.
Feed on passion,
crave control.
It is a curious thing
where living without is
living in sin.
