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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
Tags Obsession  Love 
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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
Read 819 times
Written on 2005-10-13 at 00:02
Tags Obsession  Love 
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