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Desire
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innocence The eloquent beauties of your face
burn as brightly as your books
in your mind, theres a conflagration
watered down by the deep distinction
of your looks
Chasing the fire, I hurt myself
The more I ran, the sharper the pain
Oh, how I wished these flames would be extinguished
with the calm acception
of the rain
Straight in your eyes, I would find
different emotions at different times
and in your hands, in mine, I felt
the peaceful affection I could understand
So when I let go, I was shocked and
felt a desperate need to hold on again
but where were you, when I needed you the most?
Stained desire, disappearing, like a ghost.
