Your perfection combs my hairs
As it moves downward
My flaws starting to
find my sanity
until,
I can't be more patient
I can't be more kind
For some unknown reason why
I'm starting to be selfish
And my insanity taking away my faith
the mountains I build
falling down to the graves
If I have lack love
It doesn't matter anymore
It makes me weak
And I'm nothing at all
DU LIEST GERADE
DESIRE
PoesieDesire is for willingness you want to have, to experience, to feel, and people desires are for all sort kind of things, and it lacks everything
