]a desire b urns within my life
of something hard to put a name
something that might fill a frame,
but the mold to hold it once was whole
now broken to little pieces far gone
is it a person i might have known
or perhaps a piece of a forgotten dream
if only i could understand its light
but i know it isn't what it seems.
no true desire ever is fully known,
due to the sketchy nature of human kind
but when you see light when fully blind
the burn it lives deep in your mind.
I just wish i knew it's nature