love for another

it's another time

another day

same sun, same moon

it's another focus 

not on the love for another

but for self

and my mind drives me

sometimes too wild

and my heart races me

sometimes too hemorrhagic

all though a caring for the stranger I am so attracted

could really calm the whole of me 

my core craves for another's love

I am not made of stone 

in my bleeding days it gets stronger

all I wanted is a caring like I do for myself

here, in fire I long

drove by water I reflect 

dancing inside

floating in imagination

it's another night

not the same of lack of years ago

it's another kind of love 

so pure and sensitive 

the good kind of transitory

chaos and peace entwined bittersweet form 

and that is the focus 

to work on the mind so worried for tomorrow

to work on the racing heart always one step ahead 

it is not the time for a different light right now 

I understand and I feed self of savage and care