Finest Art of Persuasion

I know better than me. I know that I should… I know that I shouldn’t  listen to it, it makes me soft, smooth. Rough, rigid. as if a game building a bridge mind and I… and me and my thoughts are full of things. Beautiful powerful wonderful things, one thing, the most  happiest dream. But I know better than me, this dream is an illusion, pollution as if A drug, stronger than any Infection stronger than any other.  But I know me and it’s what I always do, I race back to the thought of you.  Running faster than ever before Crippling my legs just to adore the thought of you.

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This is one of the very first poems that I wrote about my girlfriend before we started dating. It's about how much she controlled my thoughts 

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