By Anonymous<\/p>\n
O so wanting,
\nO so wanting.
\nOf that which I’ve never had.<\/p>\n
Those things possessed by the ones I admire.
\nThat in acquiring,
\nI might regard myself with equal praise.<\/p>\n
If only that were me,
\nIf only that were me.
\nBut alas it is not me.<\/p>\n
And O how the heart aches,
\nDeprived of that which it never had.
\nAnd I can only wonder.<\/p>\n
My only wonder,
\nIs how the heart can so survive,
\nBeing so terribly jealous of those it loves.<\/p>\n
When the silent scream of saints speak,
\nSpeak that love and envy far from correspond.
\nNo barren battering of war could exceed the conflict of conscience.<\/p>\n
If only that were me,
\nBut alas it is not me.
\nBut it can be.<\/p>\n
O so wanting.
\nOf that which I’ve never had.
\nBut despite depression,
\nThat does not mean I never will.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
By Anonymous O so wanting, O so wanting. Of that which I’ve never had. Those things possessed by the ones I admire. That in acquiring, I might regard myself with equal praise. If only that were me, If only that were me. But alas it is not me. And O how the heart aches, Deprived … Continue reading Desire by Anonymous<\/span>