What is Passion?
It's a beast with it's clawed barred
It's a wild fire
It's the escence of your life
It's a love that fills you
It's a glue to your soul
At least thats what I was told.
To me.
Passion is a dark room
Filled with so many possibilites
its a flickering candle
Threatening to go out
It's the past
What I used to have
It's hate
that burns me deeply, that keeps me going
It's paint thinner
so close to killing me
At least, that's how it feels.
YOU ARE READING
crystal clear insanity
DiversosPoems that i write in my spare time. a way to fight the insanity in my head read if you wish. thanks.
