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Dazhanay

"Come to me",

He whispered to my soul

 "Gladly", it responded  

Perhaps the greatest feeling is the one we are all scared of enduring  

Perhaps we feel we shouldn't take a risk,

Or maybe we are the risk

Stroking my hair he began to discuss his faults,

Assuming I had any to share

 Lowly he spoke, As if alluring me  

Gazing into my eyes he began picking my brain, Guessing my thoughts,

In assurance some were of him  

Doubtful I felt my demons laughing in them,

Why this man is truly in love they presumed,  

"Why, this man is about as wrong of your feelings as you are."

 

  • Author: Dazhanay (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 25th, 2016 07:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: Subtle poem of the thoughts of a woman who has unintentionally led a man to believe she loves him back.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 26
  • Users favorite of this poem: John Lee
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  • John Lee

    As the demons hold you captive, they trimble with fear of the day of your freedom.



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