Bob Ross Couldn’t Paint This – Day 205, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Lust is plastered onto each wall in my head like,
The ugliest exhibit in a museum in which you have no say in it’s removal.
There for your viewing everytime you wander by the most curious isles of your delicate mind.
All you can do is zoom through the echoes of failed intimacies,
You feel doomed to repeat,
Amongst your attempt to steer clear from any possibility of a kiss…
I’ll admit.
Nowadays,
I try not to hug as much nor as tightly as I could.
Conversing at a minimum before a candle’s lit by a spark of desire I fear most.
No matter the plethora of dreams I have to find my one and only,
Whoever that may be,
I’d rather be lonely,
And,
Allow my heart to stay in one piece,
If…
I can ever find every piece remaining,
In a desert where I’m lost.
Under my own terms…