That ‘s right.
All we talked about was desire, buring desire. All we talked about was love, lust, vague possiblities.
We talked about being led on, but not going anywhere. We talked about honesty, but still being unbelivably sneaky.
Strangely, there is no contrary between them. How far can you send your emotions? No one will understand. I don’t understand.
I am no poemt.
I am poem.
That’s what I mean,
What is love without lust, What is buring desire without fire.
We try, and then, we trust.
We trust, because, we love.
From what I heard, if you didn’t get what you love, try to love what you have got.
All we talked about was desire, buring desire. All we talked about was love, lust, vague possiblities.
We talked about being led on, but not going anywhere. We talked about honesty, but still being unbelivably sneaky.
Strangely, there is no contrary between them. How far can you send your emotions? No one will understand. I don’t understand.
I am no poemt.
I am poem.
That’s what I mean,
What is love without lust, What is buring desire without fire.
We try, and then, we trust.
We trust, because, we love.
From what I heard, if you didn’t get what you love, try to love what you have got.
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