Truth is, as time goes by, the depth of my love for you perplexes and pushes me to the point where I'm impelled to accept the bitter reality of not being able to profess what runs deep within the tracts of my soul.
It hurts, in a sweet way, to love you so dearly, but to be possessed with the inability to speak of it.
Urges have never pierced so deep. Urges that the proud, conceited part of me won't let die down because I feel obliged to share this elation with the world that cares and the world that doesn't. Urges that have me so desperately dream of sharing tender yet sincere words of romance, to arouse your senses and force your intimate intentions to run abysmal.
Your journey emerged into the path of mine, making it as one, stimulating new born promises and desires to create a life only seen in dreams. We both know, lack of inspiration and purpose can lead to a life of misery, we both know, misery loves company, and I know, how impossible life is, without you by my side.
It hurts, in a sweet way, to love you so dearly, but to be possessed with the inability to speak of it.
Urges have never pierced so deep. Urges that the proud, conceited part of me won't let die down because I feel obliged to share this elation with the world that cares and the world that doesn't. Urges that have me so desperately dream of sharing tender yet sincere words of romance, to arouse your senses and force your intimate intentions to run abysmal.
Your journey emerged into the path of mine, making it as one, stimulating new born promises and desires to create a life only seen in dreams. We both know, lack of inspiration and purpose can lead to a life of misery, we both know, misery loves company, and I know, how impossible life is, without you by my side.
El Poetisa.
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