Superficial;
Yet so deep.
Succumbing to you
Difficult to believe.
Clueless
Harmless
Is it really love?
At times, it seems like lust,
Is it sent from above?
Riding this rollercoaster,
We call life.
Surviving day to day;
Shall we take it in strife?
In a moment's notice,
This breath could be our last;
Do we think out each moment,
Or shall we live life on the edge, fast?
I look around the room,
The air is so still...
I wonder about tomorrow,
My anxiety takes over;
From there, it is downhill.
I cannot help the way I feel inside,
Constant turmoil;
Yet at times, am i really alive?
I crave your body next to mine.
I long for the words,
To instill in your mind.
Maybe I need to dig much deeper,
Searching for a part of you
Immerse myself,
Something much steeper.
If the mind takes over the heart and soul,
Then please tell me why
When it comes to your aura,
I am not in control.
Comments
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on June 10, 2019:
Good write.
Often hard to tell if it is love or if it is lust.
The human body wants to feel others so the need to know what someone else thinks is what we crave.
If only we could just use a msgic potion to make them act the exact way we wish they would.
