Desires. Those sneaky little feelings that grow up in your minds and move all the way to your veins, where they control every move you make.
Desires. They start taking over you. You move the way they want. You look for the things they ache for. You make them a priority. You treat them as if they were a need.
Desires. They whisper sweet nothings to your soul. You yearn for that place of better accomplishments. You think of nothing but his smell when you used to bury your head into his neck. You want nothing but to taste that cherry color on her lips.
Desires. Doomed whom surrenders to them. Know your way around them. Don’t go around changing your lives for what might not be what you need.
Be patient. Be patient. Be patient.