My skin,
Envious of the glass she sips on.
I'm careful to not lose her attention,
I grow an addiction to what seems like fiction,
a mindless infection,
I remain calm so she won't suspect it.
Did I mention my skin,
Envious of the glass she sips on.
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LUNAFAUS (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My one obsession with a beautiful woman, afraid I was to lose her interest and attention. An unhealthy desire that still remains an obsession.
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Comments6
This is beautiful
Short and beautiful, thank you for the read
Beautifully succinct. My favorite lines...
"I grow an addiction to what seems like fiction,
a mindless infection,
I remain calm so she won't suspect it"
Beautiful write
amazing!!! as long you don't do anything too drastic
Interesting!
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