Desire's but a word some use to hold onto the intangible.
What is real these days?
Is it the money, we need to survive?
Perhaps the passion I feel when I fell in love?
When my world crumbled, and no day seemed worth my time.
No repairs to my heart or home was worth the tears that stained my cheeks,
and proved that love was a lie.
How can I hold onto, what has eluded me?
Mystified me?
Made a fool of me for believing?
And not wanting to be alone.
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