You'll Never Be Mine...

You'll Never Be Mine...

A Poem by Moebia
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I need you.

"
Please, someone help me
make me not care
make me hate you 
because loving you 
is doing me so much harm
My mind drifts like the snow
and sometimes
I can't tell apart
reality from fantasy
There can be no in between
my mind is always going to want more.
It's always going to drift and
think about you
And you're so clueless
a naive little boy
but perhaps, 
you're not so innocent
You know how I feel
but what you don't quite grasp
is how much I need 
you
I need you 
to get through the day
I need you
to keep the peace in my mind,
as ironic as it is, because
darling, you're tearing me apart.
I tried to distract myself
went out with a nice lad,
he was nice and cute,
but he wasn't you
I walked to the bottom 
of my broken heart,
and I thought of you,
but I only saw the image
of your eyes,
because the blood had flown too hard
I've come to the realization
that I love you, and I'm not lying
when I say I need you more than air
because life reverts itself useless
if you're not around
But I've also come to the realization
that perhaps I've fallen a bit too hard
when I lay my cold body down
to sleep my mind,
you're the last thought I have,
and the first when my eyes open,
like gaping mouths,
so I can once again reel 
over the fact
that you'll never be mine. 

© 2014 Moebia


Author's Note

Moebia
It hurts so bad.

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Awww that was screaming take the boy part out and it sounds like what I was facing with this lady I will always hold that love but it will never happen:( Yes it hurts. Makes me think why cant I have and hold something great for once. I love it you did great with it:)

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Moebia
Moebia

Somebody's Nosy, TX



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I am no writer of the sort. These are my musings, my arts, my flutters of thought. Call them what you may--but a poet is not anything that I am. I have been immersed in my violin for nearly a deca.. more..

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