i keep running back to you.
you attract me like a magnet.
im as easily persuaded like a dog with a bone.
you throw me one occasionally,
just enough so that i remain interested,
but not so often that it drives me wild.
all you have to do is give me that lazy half smile and then i become puddy in your hands.
as easily manipulated as clay.
im anything you want me to be just as long as you let me.
forever yours to be held captive in the midnight hours where our secrets remain between us and the moon, who too is in a day and night kind of relationship.
for the moon and i are both desperately in love with things we know we can't have, but her and i still long impatiently for the day when our love is returned. and that is why after all this time we stay hopeful, because when we do get to be with the ones we love it is so magical it could blind you.
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The Rose and Her Thorns
Poetrya collections of thoughts, feelings, emotions that have been put into words and that have been gnawing at my brain. check out my other poetry book 'among the wildflowers.' ••• poetry collection explicit language all rights reserved completed O6...
