How odd desires are , they seem to come from no were yet we spend night and day on some .
Some so innocent , like wishing I would snow or to hold your hand .
But some are as wicked as lucifer himself , not by action but because what we desire cannot be . On cold days , when I walk across the town , how is wish you were there to warm me up . But that very thought sends me to hell , I can never have or hold you . That is my punishment in this cruel hell
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Catharsis
Poetry"the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions especially through certain kinds of art." if you can relate to any of these poems , I am truly sorry for what you are going through . Feel free to message me and talk if you feel the...
