Lust
Lust.
Lust, the word itself gets me lost.
Lost in the thoughts of the wants,
Me,
ignoring it,
But it, getting burned.
I thought of love,
To make it on top,
But the lust distracting me,
And killing my lovedove.
I want to make it soft and sweet,
But the lust gets me over.
It just pops out of nowhere,
Don't even have to get sober.
This desire is something,
Burns you to ashes.
Well,
have to say its a nature,
Not everyone passes.
The difference in love and lust
Have made it difference in Us.
Just because of this desire,
People say we don't love,
Just go on with the lust.
We don't get trust.
And that's the power of lust.
Copyright © Seeya Sangpang | Year Posted 2020
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