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Missing Balance
Now that I’m in this place of vulnerability
Where I’m likened to consumption
By thoughts that overrule everything I stand for
As if through these thoughts, I’m sired to you
Like an object of possession
I don’t want to believe it’s all for nothingness
It just doesn’t sit well
Rather, I would like to think that you are the link Between my purpose and desires
And I wonder if me without purpose effects to meaninglessness
Or the burning desires are the bridge to its effectiveness
While you amid the two serve as the balance
Which brings me back to the thing I mostly assent to: passion and practicality
The former represents the desires my heart wills The latter, a more rational representation at disposal
One cannot function without the other
Torn between which mostly matters
[Regardless of eventual heartache]
I might know which I ought to follow
But when it’s all said and done,
I’m still a slave to my wants
So, my love, let your thoughts overwhelm every sense of my being
For it’s that missing balance this lost entity is craving.
Thanks for your readership, always.
I acknowledge all comments.
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Always remember: it gets better. 😊
© LollyHeart.
