Desire
It burns to be felt
To be heard
Like a moth to a flame
It calls out to you.
For some it's the beginning of something new
For others it's a dead end
Pieces of yourself you give
Only to get nothing in return
Desire
It burns to be heard
To be felt
Just like fire
Just one touch
Not too close
You might get burnt
For only a second of desire
It burns to be felt
Like a moth to a flame
It calls to you
Desire.
~Shanja M Plains
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