At every turn, at every corner,
you linger in my mind.
I see your red curls near my bookshelves,
your fingers stroking each bind.
The delicate scent of your perfume I smell,
through every hope and every plight.
The curve of your smile though beautiful,
haunts my many dreams at night.
If I knew how to get rid of you,
I'd be ever so glad,
because your name in my head
is driving me mad.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
