Oh, desire.
Crushed to pieces…
Oh, life teaches,
To kill your desire…
Out in the moonlight,
A candle glowing bright,
A drop of water, a puff of air,
Look, it’s no longer there...
On the sky, in the blue,
Watch your desires go by,
Oh, life makes you,
Kill your desire…
You cry and smile,
Desires stretch a mile,
You know it’s gonna die,
Yet you try to fly…
5 comments:
Aha! Poetry again! You're really getting into it, aren't you?
I very seriously considered deleting this. I have absolutely no opinion of it. But I don't have anything else to put up and by the looks of it, I won't be writing for some time. I thought I might let it be there anyway.
I consider it a compliment that you thought it was 'poetry'.
uff you are just mad. your last template was perfectly fine.
just an after thought, have you realized how bad it feels without the desire...
Wow,there is a great depth in this work.Something like an internal, physical-chemical sensation which can be understood by a person who has experienced it.
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