Eveything--
My despair,
My sorrow,
The unknown,
And fear...
They are so complex.
They are all the same to me.
Each an intricate, subtle phenomenon
That I either am missing,
Suffering from,
Or in love with.
Love.
I have so much love concealed--
Perhaps conspicuous--
And packed inside me right now
And I, honestly,
Have not a single clue
How I can contain this passion
For eternity.
This love,
Is the foundation
Of the listed things
That are too complex,
That are almost hungry
For my emotion's fiery cry
That bleeds a burning tear.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 2:02 PM UTC
Eveything--
My despair,
My sorrow,
The unknown,
And fear...
They are so complex.
They are all the same to me.
Each an intricate, subtle phenomenon
That I either am missing,
Suffering from,
Or in love with.
Love.
I have so much love concealed--
Perhaps conspicuous--
And packed inside me right now
And I, honestly,
Have not a single clue
How I can contain this passion
For eternity.
This love,
Is the foundation
Of the listed things
That are too complex,
That are almost hungry
For my emotion's fiery cry
That bleeds a burning tear.
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