Desire, Expire

by Robyn Thomas   Dec 7, 2004


Desire.
Expire.
This shall be the cycle.
Broken.
Painful.
This love is naught but a trifle.
Wishing.
Hoping.
Wanting you to call my name.
Crying.
Dying.
I fear I will never be the same.
Desire.
Expire.
This shall be the cycle.

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