Palm Sunday

There comes a time in life when you can’t
Write anymore,speak anymore,listen anymore
You can’t make eye contact with the person you love
And not feels satisfied by a silent grin he gives you
You feel like a large part of You is missing
Like you have lost they key to Your lover’s heart
But You can’t seem to find it
You are not sad nor happy
You are only dissatisfied and faced with obligations
That leave You in doubt and uncertainty
You want to remember the past
But every time you try, You are lost in a tornado of unfortunate events
Deep down, through the sinews of Your heart
Is love or lust or love or lust or love or lust or lies
Or love
Your heart aches
Your soul and mind quench for joy
Your body is hungry for proximity.

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