Cravings of the Heart
In a pool of blood I drown, a slow, agonizing death. Engulfed within a flood I draw my last breath As I perish For lack of what I truly crave; Lust turns into agony As day turns into night And my soul raves in a sudden fury I look in disdain at my plight... A heart which loves profoundly Has been unjustly denied... And so it burns With an all-consuming fire For that what it truly yearns Is unattainable... A love which in the distance Of time and space Has slowly murdered this old heart of mine A slow and painful death And has buried it alive with all its' passions Yearning, oh, yearning to be forever satisfied! Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 19991999, Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 19 2002 01:34 AM PST, Mary Aris 0 • 8
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"In a pool of blood..."