She feels the heat of her burning desires
That flare in the corners of her heart.
A denial of acceptance, a refusal so sore
That make her long
In the depths of her weary soul.
Years of saline trickling drops
Submerged the edges of her desire
But couldn’t dowse her painful thirst
Rather awakened her sleeping existence
To mourn the re-birth of a dead curse.
Lonely in some corner of this world
Her happiness lies waiting
Feverish and dull
And in the final lap of life
She searches her way to reach those arms
That mystically drown her into the waves of a hateful love.