Fire and Desire.
To be one hundred percent the woman o should have been,
To be one hundred percent of the man you should've been.
To take care of our lust,
To fight our inevitable love.
The fire that lives inside of our broken, yet still mended hearts,
The ashes that lay in the remains.
To the tears that neither of us wanted to shed, yet had to shed.
To the cries that went by as silent.
To the desire that we both held deeply,
But not enough to express.
To the desire for something unrealistic,
Something never meant to be or to happen.
But there will always be that feeling.
You're the fire I never could put out in time to save myself,
And I'm the desire that you couldn't fulfill.
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
