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Your Reflection in a Puddle


The lack of your touch
makes my fingers twitch,
makes my thoughts itch
and I dream of the most
confusing things.

Clap your hands as I
spin around and twist
this odd thing, a dance,
but if you ask me, I'll deny.

You, not being here,
makes me dizzy, steals my breath
but I'm relieved;
no more words to define.

Obsession walked into a wall
and I left it there,
now that I dare speak your name again
there's no reason to.

I just turn around and stare
at your replacement;
my new victim of lust.

I'm faking further attacks of feelings.




Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2005-10-13 at 00:02

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Zoya Zaidi
'Obsession walked into a wall and left it there...'ORIGNAL! The anti-climax at the end gives the poem a different perspective altogather, lifting it up. Bold & beautiful!!!
2005-10-13


kip
I love this piece. It is so rich, so ideal, well thought out. the flow, the choice of words. i have been there.
2005-10-13


penfold18
excellent this really flows .
2005-10-13


joel
It is a good poem.
2005-10-13


Teala
Wow--that is a very powerful poem.
2005-10-13