I have this feeling
That I can't identify
I have no clue what it is
But it kills me like cyanide
Is it Love or Lust
I cannot tell
I feel it swirling and swooshing
Like the water in a well.
The feelings for this person
I may never know
But how do I figure it out
Without ever letting it show.
Is it Love or Lust
This feeling I feel deep down
I wish it would go away
Without a trace or sound
The agonizing feeling
Ive been trying to debate
Oh, how it grows stronger
Stronger than my feeling of hate
Is it Love or Lust
I, a mere lass, cannot see
No matter how hard I try
It grows like a tree
This feeling I cannot shake
Grows ever, as it quakes
I end this poem in a tune
Maybe the answer will arrive soon.
-Charlie/Box
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Charlie's Poetry Book
PoetryHi, its been a while. This is a book about the various poems I write. Warning: some of these are...*cough cough* inappropriate for some viewers. Please read with caution. Hope you enjoy.
