Driven To Madness (a Love Poem)
I am obsessed.
People say that I'm blessed.
But in reality its a curse.
Its truly the worst.
Whenever its her I see.
It feels more dream than reality.
She's stuck so far in my mind.
That its myself, thats hard to find.
I think about her night and day.
And how my passions always play.
I want to run far far away.
But everything she is, forces me to stay.
The simple flow of her hair.
Has caught me in a deadly snare.
Every time I see her eyes.
I wish our hearts would synchronize.
Every time I see her smile.
My heart turns into a broken pile.
I am a complete mess.
So am I truly blessed?
She's only one out of a billion.
Yet i would love her even if she's reptilian.
I don't know who I am anymore.
My heart feels broken and sore.
I watch her from far away.
As I quietly say.
I love you...
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