Репост из: The essence of love,
My desires take pieces of me,
day after day,
tearing away bits of who I am,
leaving dreams tattered in their wake.
The dreams I run after
slip like smoke through trembling hands.
The ones I give up on
linger as ghosts,
their whispers clawing at my back.
Like a raindrop lost
in the desert’s endless thirst,
my desires burrow into my soul
not to mend,
but to feed on what’s left,
leaving cracks too sharp for hope to grow.
day after day,
tearing away bits of who I am,
leaving dreams tattered in their wake.
The dreams I run after
slip like smoke through trembling hands.
The ones I give up on
linger as ghosts,
their whispers clawing at my back.
Like a raindrop lost
in the desert’s endless thirst,
my desires burrow into my soul
not to mend,
but to feed on what’s left,
leaving cracks too sharp for hope to grow.