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Just a Poem

What is this feeling?

To my beliefs it’s appealing.

I wake up at 8:30 every day.

But it is a price I have to pay.

To me I live a dream.

Though it’s not as it may seem.

I see the woman I am falling for.

I wake up wondering when will, I open my door.

When she comforts me, I cry.

When I wake up without her there, I want to die.

I’ve tried to commit suicide.

But what I’m in is like a pesticide.

To my amazement I wound up with her.

Her hair is like fine fur.

Is it a dream?

No I have finally woken, to her gleam.

I hug her trying not to cry.

I am glad, that I didn’t die.

Reviews

[Jeff Miller]

Great rhyme scheme

[Comatose]

This one is really good...I liked your imagery. ^^