Yearning for Adventure
Born with a void
Hard to destroy
With love
Swimming in your eyes
Infested with lies
But desperate to connect
Yearning for adventure
So cold and unsure
But it’s best to stay home
Your voice is so soft
My heart aches so loudly
My boundaries are sensitive
As I dance upon a tessellate
I keep the dying light exposed,
In hopes it will expand,
And if it was to fade away,
I would die by my own hand