Passion contained deep down inside. Bottled up and never opened, only realized. Desire over whelms my curiosity. Flowing down to my deepest core where it all rests in its place, scraping my heart as it rotates. I can only wonder what sweet release would feel like.
Beauties defined by nature, and love they’re partner. Two tranquil s that pass and intertwine combining from this process, leaving my heart beats pitter pattered and broken. Far away the cries of my heart resonate off of who I could have been.
Should I focus on who I could become?
Inside my head I can hear the voices; some yelling, others laughing, all the rest mumbling. Point your finger and empty your blame into my mind. Watch as the world passes me by. Naked I stand before you all. Trampled like a flower.
It’s ok to have a voice until you use it.