Benjamin Feliciano Poems
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Scorned. That ought to be my name.
Constantly and consistently confused,
By the fact that she reels and rejects,
All within the same day.
My eyes burn like the first time I died,
And my hands shake like the second.
I've resisted as long my heart will allow,
But the days of that are fading fast.
The light in your eyes grows dim.
I feel harvested, you took a sickle to my soul,
Then left me bound alone in the empty plains of remorse.
Its like autumn in this love,
And we're losing color and falling.
Divided like a fraction,
Most days we don't even ...
She Won'T Notice
I had another dream of you and I,
But you were with me this time.
You were leaning on me on a chair,
She was with us, but for once you didn't care.
You started off joking, as you normally do,
At first I tried to stop it, but then I hoped these things were true.
You announced to the world that you belong to me, and I belong to you.
At first a loss for words, snared by astonishment and delight,
I knew then the only way I could respond to this right.