Monday, April 2, 2012


She is intoxicating
Every movement she makes
A misjudged one by me
I see an angel
But others see a wretch
Woman out for my soul
And more if she could
And achieve it she might
I am enraptured by her
Obsessed even
And breathing alone
No longer an option
So I look for her eyes
And her strength
In my time of need
But alas she is absent
Nowhere to be found
Because she stole it
My heart and soul
She ripped it away
As I fall empty
With no hope for recovery
Into my mind's abyss

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