Passion

Adrenaline rushing to every particle of hair on my body
Intense emotions balled up in one touch
Crammed into one caress
The need for more, a simple addiction to something so enchanting
yet deadly at the same time.
Romance and passion devouring every since of reality left in my vacant mind
and my desolate heart
Missing something that was so real and alive at once.
Something that demanded attention and consideration.
No room for selfishness.
As we remain wrapped up in the trials of the world
We find no time for each other.
We are empty, as full as we often feel.
We think there is nothing greater than what we are left to deal with.
It seems to be that we have trapped ourselves
The spark that we were born with has since then died out
And we daily rub sticks together for some form of human contact.
I told myself I would never ask for another thing.
I would hold my tongue and appreciate all that has and will ever be given to me.
But I cant help but wonder
what would of happened if I would have let it all out
Before it all died out...

Passion has become a prominent form of lust
When innocence dies so does passion