Love is not lust,
although they both tend to rust.
He lusts for me,
although I'd rather have him lost for me.
Or maybe not.
Love seems so far fetched right now, so out of reach.
And then again when I'm with him, I glow with glee.
According to the Renaissance world picture, life was like a wheel of fortune, where you are sometimes up and sometimes down. You just have to remember that when you are up you will eventually come down (to take measures accordinlgy, not to be pessimistic) and when you are down you will not stay there forever, you WILL get on top. In this site entries of the sort will be posted.
Tuesday, 8 July 2014
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