Passion
Revolves around my heart with no direction
Sometimes a wandering recollection
Sometimes a dream I’ve dreamt in
Love
Finds homes within my ribcage,
I pray it finds passion
I fear I’ve forgotten it long enough to cry now
Fear
That I am not what I expected
That there is not enough of me
That I am stuck on me
That this poem is only about me
Sincerity
Is what I question everyday
To the human limitation…
There are no fields of concrete.
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