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

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