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Sleepless,
I lay down,
in the murkiness of the night
Thinking of her...
Her smile,
those wide crimson red lips,
that flick of her hair...
Each and every move,
of this majestic fair woman,
so simple, yet so mind tangling.
Does any of this mean anything,
or is it simply a wondrous living entity,
just living, existing, and lucidly being...
**
Sleepless,
I lay down here,
in space,
Baffled...
She is just too astounding to be true...
And I'm, a bewitched man,
enchanted by her mind,
laying down,
in the unfathomable perpetuity of her wit,
thinking of her,
for life is limited,
yet thoughts are eternal...
**
Being in your presence,
Thinking, of you...
It just puts me in a state,
an indefinable state...
**
I'm ambivalent of your amorphous being,
and it's just a covet that someday,
I'll reach for your apathy...
One day,
You will decipher my feelings,
remove that emotionless barrier between us,
and hopefully,
see and feel, a glimpse...
A glimpse of what I felt,
of what I feel...
**
Finally, I get it,
that state,
you put me in,
that inexpressible state,
that absence of reality in your presence,
Aberration...
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Pieces of Mind
Poesía#66 in poetry 5/11/17 ~~~ Yet something hasn't changed, for I still wished I could pulverize into atoms, and become the air you breathe in... ~~~ From when she made me human...
