An unquenchable thirst within my soul sees me longing for water from a stream that flows. In spite of my efforts to drink from it, I just cannot seem to get enough.

It is at the same place..but it is really never the same.

A poem.

A poem.

A poem about risk and love.

If love were water, you would be my flow. I’d seek you out just to quench my thirst…

Seeking for sympathy; feeling of being left alone…

The darker side of passion flares with all the lust and pain it can bring one who cannot break away….

Young_Rodda raps his way through the thirst on MySpace.

Ballagurl84 thirsts for the dark side.