At a boil

Contemplation is the first step towards obsession

but your pictures are winking back at me

the nights that I wasted

they got me through those days

that felt would never end

and when away from you

and the room is packed, and its crowded

but still I am alone

you’re a look, a smile on the other side

that always holds me over

but these thoughts are at a boil

I cannot go back to lukewarm or simmer

you don’t completely know me

nor do you owe me any piece of mind

but I want you here

and that is that

Reviews

[Solitary Dreamer]

Awesome poem!:)