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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