Imitated ObsessionA Poem by moog-drikaNarcissist, Homosexual or Autosexual?I got a glimpse of her staring at me with an enchantment like she was trying to edit my presence. I felt something for her. Her inky eyes were pulling me towards her, it seemed like she read my newborn feelings. Hushed interactions were going on making my feelings even more mature. She kept imitating my persona and I couldn't understand her atypical originality. I looked for a golden trait in her twisted soul, a unique love, different from mine. I kept wanting her to get out of the shady mirror, yet she stood behind it. Feelings got desperate to get her reflected existence, but I couldn't reach her. A bitter insanity was eating me up. but I still couldn't reach her. Losing all the breath of life, my feelings took her soul with mine, and I was left with my expired figure.
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25 Reviews Added on February 17, 2016 Last Updated on June 25, 2020 Authormoog-drikaAboutHey this is Mugdha, a thought poker, a life giver of words. I'm mostly into dark poetry and have a great appetite for reviving inanimate souls. I think they love me for this gesture but that's my pa.. more..Writing
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