Where Passion lives
A heart shaped shell
Lays dormant
hollow as the gun you hold
weak pulse(its nothing but aching)
Reaching out
an attempt to reminisce
Memories flood through
and full your veins again
(An old addict with a new fix)
Once upon a time
There was fire in her eyes
Burning bright for a cause
he let it slip away
Can it all be yours again?
Back pressed against a cold wall
heated by your steamy embrace
Obvious to the world
She let it slip away
Can it all be yours again?
Now lives vicariously
Through others words
No heat no sparks
Just a vacant stare
Is where passion lies now
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