Library Room

A poem of love and thought.

Inferno Flame

This Burning desire to touch the flame, This Burning desire to say your name, Over and over and over again. This Burning desire. At each hour, another sixty minutes thinking of you. This Burning desire to touch the flame, This Burning desire to say your name, This Burning desire, This Burning desire, A fire, a…

Maze

Fixated at the path which goes right, Yearning for everything that comes from the left. Two steps forward, three steps back. Contemplating the right path. I don’t want to be right, I want to be free. Trapped inside these woods, Constant emotions pulling me away. Like a puppet performing an irrational play. Stick to one…