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Isobel G Jan 2011
He thinks an over-dose,
Will seal the contract,
But now I'm over-dosing,
On something else,
Addicted to a drug,
More dangerous than any other by far,

Such a cruel drug is Love,
Luring you in,
Too fast, too soon,
Consuming all your time,
While you're loving every minute of it,
Leaving you dependant,
Desiring nothing but to close the distance,
Ever so vulnerable to heart-break
©Nicola-Isobel H.     09.01.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
For your call,
I was so impatiently,
Lying in the rainfall,
Each second, an eternity,

Hours pass slowly,
Surely years have gone by,
If only immediately,
You would reply
©Nicola-Isobel H.     08.01.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
Yet another restless night,
Has passed me by,
My tired eyes barely open,
However, I find myself,
Incapable of unconsciousness,
My mind,
Aching with sleeplessness,
Tired of thought,
Longing to give in,
To dreams, to sleep,
But something within,
Rejects such simple necessities,
And gives me over,
To insomnia
©Nicola-Isobel H.     08.01.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
I'm letting his lips,
Unfamiliar, collide with mine,
Just so I can feel something,
Just so I'll be out of breath,
Because I'm wishing it was you,

I'm not holding his hand,
In my mind,
It's your arm,
That's slung loosely around my waist,

I'm not looking for someone else,
Just for what I'm missing,
You see me,
Wasting my time,
With guy after guy,
But all I'm seeing is you
©Nicola-Isobel H.     08.01.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
I tear my heart to pieces,
My own veins do I open,
Shedding my own blood,
A most painful endurance,
For love,

To breathe,
For the smallest of moments,
In your presence
©Nicola-Isobel H.     07.01.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
An empty page, am I,
Paint me with your words,
So wise, so sweet,
Keep talking, keep talking,

Addictive is your musical tone,
To my keen ears,
This conversation is my new favourite song,
I love in excess,
Repeating, replaying,
For hours on end,
Keep talking
©Nicola-Isobel H.     07.01.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
Humming to the static,
Of the phone lines,
Words on the tip of our tongues,
That neither can say,
Afraid to let slip,
Words too honest,
For this conversation,

Keeping to the small talk,
The endless string,
Of meaningless words,
I hear you draw breath,
Over the static fuzz,

And those beautiful words,
Escape your lips,
In a blur,
Your nervousness echoing through the distance,
You're too stunned to breathe,

Time is passing,
Too slowly for your impatient heart,
Awaiting my reply,
But don't you know,
You shouldn't worry
©Nicola-Isobel H.     07.01.2011
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