not my own

lust
love
one anbd the same
yet not
a deep love
a deep turst
no more then a illustion of fate
the other figer in the back my mind
her kisses love or lust
need or greed
what of my cresses?
need of touch?
i cant ask that much
i dont know why
it makes me want to die
feeling happy
yet sad
alone...
yet with some one in my arms not to call my won

some things you cant change soem things you can