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's almost transparent.
But always on my mind.
I see her in my thoughts,
Shes only one of a kind.
Loving exposes vulnerability,
And my shield has been lowered.
I fear she'll one day leave me,
And by this blade I'll be skewered.
Recollections of her and I,