Misery Love.

Oh this hunger carries on,
My light, it takes
A hunger for more love,
More than I already have.

We always want more than we already have in hands.
It is a part of us, there is no use in deny. Deep we are what we hide.

It is not a misery love,
But within, I feel I need more,
An eerie and different one for my own,
Not to replace,
But to feel the grace
And live sweetly
This fresh life in form of beauty
I have had inside of me.

To make alive my mind,
My voice,
My desires,
My eyes,
My questions,
My smile,
My sky,
My love.