Black on Black Arts
Like A Tatoo - Poem by Black on Black Arts
The thought of her torches my soul.
my mind constantly racing trying to erase her
but she's embedded in my mind, heart and soul
with the permaneant marker of love.
unbelieveable to me but something I can't deny.
The addiction, I never got over
Still wanting her needing her.
Still baffeled as to the reason why.
The questions I ask myself only leads to no answers but more questions.
I think she put a spell on me.
Irrational thoughts that leads me to excuses of a lonely heart.
I have to kick this habit, she's gone but not forgotten.
God please help me to forget.
He's not listening what do I do?
This is all too painful, I need something to take it all away.
I'm so stressed I need to rest.
Must sleep getting tired.
My eyes are getting heavy drifting, drifting off when I wake my thoughts of her will be gone.
But as I sleep I see her in my subconscience so real I can touch her.
Reaching for her I wake up with a sense that forever she will be with me
constantly on my mind, my soul aches from the dependency of not having her.
In my heart she will forever be branded on me
Like a tatoo
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