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Thing Called Love

I wish you'd hold me and never let me go,
no other arms could make me feel so.
My flesh betrays my sense of wanting to much,
it pains me to quiver at your slightest touch.
I tremble through restrained desire,
burning, screaming, imprisoned fire.
Alone in passion,
frozen by the sun.
I scramble to conceal my shame,
silencing one with no name.
Fears and insecurities,
you couldn't appease.
Crushed beneath rejection,
no other thoughts get in.
Life becomes trivial, worthless-
like a package you never undress.
The covering appeals more then inside,
once revealed, I could no longer hide.
I could not keep your fire burning,
nor fulfill your inner yearning.
My, flesh and soul you do not require,
something else feeds your fire.
Why am I alone in bittersweet ecstasy?
Sentenced to live in memory?
Was wanting me so hard,
because I am so scarred?
The hailstorms and wars waged,
left me bent and aged.
I sheltered you with my flesh and soul
yet you devour all that makes me whole.  
Written by jessicasavage
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