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There is no accounting for desire
it holds the hand of want with fierce intent
They relent together if relent hears the call
They speak in whispers beneath the sheets
of yearning
The thing is,
is that it might not be the want you want
nor the desire that feeds the feel good of love
that wears charm’s deceptions in silver and blue
and you think your whispers touch the soul
they never really hear you.
Not really
The thing is,
is that this there is no accounting for desire
it’s a circus full of illusions and rare beauty
they want you too, they do, you’re sure of it.
they will never relent it’s a part of the magic
It IS the magic
The thing is,
is that vulnerability cloaked you in yearning
you walked naked down the MidWay
desire in one hand and want in the other
You didn’t know you were the main event
You didn’t know.
The thing is,
Is that there is no accounting for desire
It makes you want to be the main event,
the spectacle to be seen, the focus of illusion
You want to be accounted for and wanted
You want to be wanted in return
The thing is…
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2 july 2011 > 13/4/0 > death/emperor/fool
If you feel all full up, what needs to go?
How can you make room for what is truly important to you?
Can you take the jump for your own freedom?
