Obsessed?

why is it every time I see your smiling face,

My heart seems to tremble in awe of your embrace?

I feel almost sick, I'm so in love with you,

A nervous kind of tension I can't seem to construe.

I wonder if you notice, the glee I do express,

when you hold me close and tight against your chest.

The Frustration that seems to build in me, when your not around,

leave me to stumble over words without a sound.

Sometimes I just need to touch you, to make sure you are there,

or a long and helpless convo, a hug to show I care.

In the midst of this illusion, I want to run away,

I don't want you to know I feel this kinda way.

I love the way you laugh, the silly jokes you pull,

but every time our eyes meet, for you again I fall.

Could any one please explain to me why my heart skips a beat,

when your nowhere near to me but just a thought so sweet?

I bury my head in confusion, and I think all day and night,

of whether there is us in future, or pure imaginative sight?

I wish I can see us, even just a glimpse,

a vision I sought from the forest folklore imps.

Chasing Dreams of Runaway Fables, Role playing characters to no prevail, Searching for truth which unveils, cascading memories in which are stale...

It is every time I see your smiling face,

My heart seems to tremble in awe of your embrace.

When you hold me close and tight against your chest,

A horrid Torn Fairy Tale in which I'm Obsessed...

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28May2010

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Ian Garner's picture

It's a good poem, it rhymes very well and the words flow with each other well.

The only thing I didn't get was when it diverts off being Rhyming to something different at line 21, to me, it made no sence and I think it stopped the flow of the poem to finish its end.

Letty467's picture

I agree...

All my stuff just flows from my head to my hands so I don't really look in too much details afterwards, however I do agree with you


Do you think


Role playing characters to no prevail,

Searching for truth I'm yet to unveil,

Chasing these Dreams of a Runaway Fable,

in these cascading memories which are stale...

 


would be better?


 

I aplogeise if you feel my poems are not correctly standardised or grammatically perfect - dark, too detailed, etc... Alot of my writing just flows all in one, so I try not to edit it afterwards otherwise I start changing the work- which h