Desire me!

Som personer med langvarige, mentale helseproblemer, ender vi ofte opp med å bli "bare" pasienter og ikke lenger kjørester for våre livsledsagere. Pasjonen og lysten får ikke lenger plass - selv om vi fortsatt trenger den så inderlig.
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Captured by my own fear
of being without her
there is no more passion there

Achingly longing to be craved
From passion I'm completely bereaved
Without death, no way to be saved

Her love keeps me alive
Like dried out plants I barely thrive
Without her, to death I dive

How I long to hear a true
"Darling, I want you!"
Sadly, those days a through

My innermost demons will kill me
And clearly, in spotlight, I see
To my survival, she is truly the key

Please, oh please, desire me!