My Obsession
I've always been watching you.
Your smile.
Your lips.
Your eyes.
I've always longed for you.
To kiss you.
To touch you
To embrace you.
I've Always wanted you.
To feel you.
To taste you.
To love you.
I've never watched you more.
Longed for you more nor wanted you more than I do now.
But I cannot have you.
Why?
Because you were always....
My obsession
Your smile.
Your lips.
Your eyes.
I've always longed for you.
To kiss you.
To touch you
To embrace you.
I've Always wanted you.
To feel you.
To taste you.
To love you.
I've never watched you more.
Longed for you more nor wanted you more than I do now.
But I cannot have you.
Why?
Because you were always....
My obsession
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| Sammie Beltane: | Dinsdag, juli 14, 2009 01:09 |
| Well my neighbour is also mine:P Liefs Sammie X | |
| Werner Domroese: | Donderdag, december 11, 2008 01:19 |
| Wow, a kindred spirit! Your poem reveils my feelings so meticulously it''s eerie. Luckily and unfortunately obsession can become both fascination and frustration, agony and admiration. Love this poem, so intense, so real. Time for me to find a place to continue my weep. |
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| Auteur: Necerí | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 december 2008 | ||
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