Love or Torcher?
My heart dwells on the pain and sorrow
The hurt of not knowing what will come with tomorrow,
The lust and love you put me through
And not knowing if what I feel is true
I swallow my words, no breath nor air,
So as I stare and watch you walk by
In time I think-‘why did I feel so shy?’
Away from how I truly feel,
But is it non-existent, or is it real?
I guess in time my heart will no longer scorch,
But is this love or a lighted torch?
