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Lust Or Love?

She is so beautiful

But I know

This is just lust

Not love


Love evades me

Like the air we breath or gravity

I know it’s there

But I can’t see

or feel it

But still

She is so beautiful

Too beautiful

Her soul might be

I don’t know

That might just be wishful thinking

But on the outside

No one else compares

She’s a piece of art

and simultaneously

a human…


What is beauty,

if it is not a whole beauty though?


Lust or love?


I don’t know


Can lust make your heart race like this?

Of course it can...

I guess I just don’t know

what being in love feels like.


-C.H.

 
 
 

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