I watched that, and I remember how it felt - to feel like that. Long time ago.
And immune to those feelings now, I wonder if I am better - or worse.
And then I find this Holy Hell ,
"Lust, you are a thief."
I am in love again. with the thief who has stolen these words from my heart and placed them on display where I could steal them back... Nothing is so invigorating as the cold splash of furious poetry across my numb,dumb face... Wake me and Take me.
and I realize, we don't ever become immune. but fortunately, we can express it a lot more eloquently as our pain ages...
It was a brief romance, just the way I like them...
Bask in my love and let me run before you can discover how impure my love really is.
apology for paradise tasted, but never given.