YouA Poem by Molly
Seeing you, it doesn’t kill me. Hearing you still makes me smile. Learning more about you thrills me, understanding your artistic style. Sharing with you all things new, figuring out your bemused thought, comprehending the shifting hue, watching as each bright shade fought. The color of your name has dimmed, the letters comprising it grown smaller; now my idea-you is only skimmed and your name inside’s no longer hollered with exuberance and jubilation; instead, it’s dropped, as if in passing. Oh love dimmed by blown expectation, snared by dark thoughts that are massing, why, good sir, your change of heart? Why on earth’d you change your mind? I’d rather you said at the start you were not wanting to be mine. Do you sense the problem here? Much as I’d love to say I’m fine I cannot stand to have you near for just a little bit more time. I want to break you, yell and scream, but touching you could cause me pain; these thought should remain just dreams, not acted upon, leave soul unstained. So pardon my mild craziness, but it is YOU who causes my distress. © 2008 MollyFeatured Review
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Added on February 13, 2008AuthorMollyAboutI write to write. Not for you. Not even for me sometimes. Inspiration just hits me, and I'll write it down. Sometimes what I write concerns the present, people I know or things I've seen. And other t.. more..Writing
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