My Desire
My desire burns like a fire
I pretend I don't have it
But that would make me a liar
It's something I'm ashamed to admit
But my desire is strong
It keeps saying how it's fine
But I think it's wrong
As it tightens me in it's vine
I try to gasp for air
And reach for something to hold
But this desire can actually care
And it feels like a gentle mold
Now this desire turns into something new
This desire called inspiration can now brew
This poem is about:
Me