Desire
Desire crushes, Despair grips.
The passion I feel is so hard to resist.
Free me from this unimaginable desolate.
Take my thoughts, my memories and make me forget.
Infatuation runs through my veins.
Pretending I don't love you drives me insane
and when I look into your eyes
It's causing me so much pain.
Sometimes I feel-
feel that you more then 'just care'
other times you're distant and cold.
Like whenever she is there.
When I see you with her
my heart twists inside;
beating with frantic hope
that your desires have not yet died.
I'm tired of hiding these feelings.
Be honest - tell me how you feel.
You can't keep hiding,
the desires are real.
Copyright © Christina Staples | Year Posted 2005
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