Nebulous - Poem by Soren Valentine
I know I don't love you, yet I miss you so.
Perhaps 'tis obsession that's benighted me.
My heart doth ake and grieve,
my mind spirals into the birthplace of sorrow.
Why do I feel this way?
There is no love for you that I feel,
except in friendship.
I am sure of it.
There is a missing of you, burning like an ardent storm of fire.
My heart is lit up with lightning as your voice falls upon my ear.
When you laugh, my heart pounds with joy.
How sweet it's music is.
I cannot detach myself from this feeling.
It is no attraction.
Yet I yearn to be near you.
What is there inside of me?
This 'love' infects me.
It poisons me.
I must leave, for your presence erodes my kidneys like the sea and shore.
I cannot say why it is this way.
When you are apart from me, my spirit grows grey.
It is clouded, clad with a nebulous emotion.
Free me, please.
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