I burned

You come
in my direction
at your
Be the first
I burned

pitifully
I am
Your words
that I
By my
Desire
your
being
His countenance
do not know
Wants something
Your soul
the determination
Which I do not
Touch
and can

I am unstoppable
like a bird
in the wind
And see
You flee
in my
shadow

It is a
Storm in me
the silence
Gapes me
On burning
Skin on it
low

I may
You nothing
At my doing
looks

The world is
in line
without too
my request

The regret
the shame
Threw me
Naked in
My middle

That I
balance scale
Do not hold
can also
if I
Yours
Excuse me