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The thrill you give me
I crave it so much
A million chills
from a single touch
An overwhelming emotion
I just can't control
like a hunger that burns
deep down in my soul
An animal attraction
turning spark into flame
changing thrill and desire
into passion... untamed
Such desire and passion
make it hard to stray
and the need for the thrill
pulls us closer each day
This feeling inside me
I wonder what it is?
A swarm of butterflies
dancing in the sun
a beautiful sight
it's a warmth of my heart
when I am around you
and it never goes away
because I am never without you
you are always on my mind
and forever in my heart
I think that this is love
and I hope that I am right
I never want to be without you
always have you in sight
I can do this and not have you
I can think and see your face
but really having you
and being able to hold you tight
would hold me over better
throughout the night
This is an oooold poem of mine. I think I was 15 when I wrote this, I wrote it for my first boyfriend. xD
Mistreated,
I've been defeated again
you don't believe me
even though I am scared
You don't see that
of course
you weren't there
"You are wrong
and that is that."
is all I hear
Now I fear
I still have no trust
with you
or myself
So many things
I can never do right
Not for you,
not in my life
You still won't believe
that I can be
telling the truth
for you to hear
to see that I can
be trusted, once again.
Your breath is cold
you lie in wait
for someone to come
and take you away.
The days never end
they all seem the same
so you lie in bed
hoping you wake.

Why do you wait
what is to come
to take you away
to a life full of fun?
Your dreams are dull
and endless too
they all are that way
relentless, untrue.

The day that they end
it takes you away
to a life which is happy
bright and untamed.
Your breath is now warm
you don’t have to wait
for the moment has come
when you are awake.
I wrote this about... 5 years ago I think. Maybe a bit longer but it's still one of my favorite finished poems.

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