She Scatters
Woven dust,
Bound ash passing as flesh,
She’s fragile,
Scatters in the storm.
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White linen,
Tucked around such ice,
So cold,
Her body brings a chill.
Warmth was months past,
She used to have that heat,
But now comes winter,
And we make her into ash
Poem:
(Obsession)
The way her hair
Shows starlight new,
In each fresh day,
A heady hue.
The way she laughs,
And gives a smile,
It lets you dream
Yet all the while.
You know her not,
But still you’re sure,
That your feelings,
Remain pure.
She’ll be the one,
To make you whole,
If only you,
Could touch her soul.
Yet others say,
With greatest care,
That these feelings,
Aren’t rare.
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They say it low,
And in a rush,
That what you’re feeling,
Is a crush.
But deeper down,
You start to fear,
It is obsession,
That draws near.
Poem:
(Obsession)
The way her hair
Shows starlight new,
In each fresh day,
A heady hue.
##########
The way she laughs,
And gives a smile,
It lets you dream
Yet all the while.
##########
You know her not,
But still you’re sure,
That your feelings,
Remain pure.
##########
She’ll be the one,
To make you whole,
If only you,
Could touch her soul.
##########
Yet others say,
With greatest care,
That these feelings,
Aren’t rare.
#########
They say it low,
And in a rush,
That what you’re feeling,
Is a crush.
##########
But deeper down,
You start to fear,
It is obsession,
That draws near.