Your phobias kill the mood
Your goddamned phobias kill
your attractibility
Your goddamned phobias
Screeching nails down a chalkboard
Kill the idea of seducing you
All that remains
is the screaming desire
Loud in my head
I must get away from you
I must get away from you
Dont u realize that
Your screaming phobias
Your goddamned screaming phobias
kill the idea of seducing you
Front and center in my mind
24/7 365 is you
Until such moment
that your phobias
overwhelmed my lust
which could've softened into love
You are left with nothing
I Like you as a person
I will never seduce you now
Your phobias make me a phobiaphobe
Your security blanket of phobias
Will sadly be the death of you
I must get away from you
I must get away from you
(If you are reading this and think i wrote this about you, don't fear i didnt write this bout U She was worse than you, but get rid of your phobias anyway)
Beau Golden
A myriad of emotions explored, and employed here, from the verve & power of impact vernacular to the witty & spirited tone of your close...all in compliment to each other...not an easy task, Beau...Very well crafted penning, my friend. FjR
A myriad of emotions explored, and employed here, from the verve & power of impact vernacular to the witty & spirited tone of your close...all in compliment to each other...not an easy task, Beau...Very well crafted penning, my friend. FjR
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I have one, driving over long bridges in the car.....all my life, stomach in throat but, I just do it or if the passenger close my eyes....Guess that means I won't be getting seduced....oh and Thunder storms freak me out, bad ones....that's all. Really great poem Beau.~~~~ marci.xo