It is true
Most of my waking moments
Were spent pondering over you
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What is she doing now
Is it too late to call
What if she gets annoyed and makes me feel small
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Any words I write any words I think
I run past an imaginary benchmark that is you
and just to add any liquids I may drink
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When fire signs meet water steam shall rise
While opposites may attract
What keeps them together is lies
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This is no longer fun
I have long ceased to have joy
But whenever I try and walk away, I find I have barely begun
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To understand you and know your mind
Someday somewhere I hope to find
What made us special all that time
Very nicely done!
Oh, wow (!!!), this a very powerful poem!! I especially like the line: “I run past an imaginary benchmark that is you”. And I like the toilet picture. If this poem is based on something that happened to you, I am sorry for the pain you endured. I hope that writing the poem brought you even a spark of healing.
I do like this , it could be the end of a friendship, love affair , a job or a year!!
Nice one…very poignant. I enjoy your spare, clean verse, and straightforward style, it’s very engaging….you do tend to get a bit depressive, which I am sure is not comfortable for you, but I’m glad you have this outlet, so it doesn’t sit inside you and fester…keep on keeping on, young paduan….