Lingering Poem

A mind you become obsessed in understanding
Eyes you can get lost in while you lose yourself
Lips more tempting to kiss than ones will can handle
They’re often everything you want, not what you need

Thrice this life has given me this
Each time leaving me to choose want and desire
Will this time be different or much of the same as before

When asked to what was once a heart on a spike it was done
Time and again it was left to wither and rot

Perhaps it’s time for the dreamer to finally wake up and stop dragging those whoa re more they he deserves into the nightmare called ‘his life’…. Yea, maybe this time it will be different, right?

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