Poem # 1

just one of those time when a pen and a paper was my only company

That is very funny because I was thinking the same thing.
In my mental I was thinking, "Lord let this not be a one night
thing or perhaps a few month fling."

Crazy thoughts diving in and out of my mind about how you are one of a kind.
Taste so sweet, lips fat enough to eat, some times when I think about you I find it hard to speak.

How do I explain something that I feel. It's like a thief trying to explain why he steals.
All I can say is that it gives me "A rush". A rush that I refuse to keep on the hush.

But I am afraid. So scared because I feel like this game I have already played.
This circumstances makes me feel like I need to see a nurses aid. She tells me I'll be fine as long as you don't get played.

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[sheerpoetry]

NICE! well put