Her

Her

I can't stop thinking of her

 

Noises unreal invade my head

Consuming my thoughts and 

stealing my slumber.

 

Her

I can't stop thinking of her

 

Her smile, her laugh

The loving nature commands

The way she spits her venom

It's intoxicating

 

My stomach churns 

as the sea in a storm

for I have lost my chance

and until this moment failed to realize

 

Her

I can't stop thinking of her

 

Maybe there is hope still

sitting on a pillar atop some

remote mountain

guarded by fear

 

Maybe I'm not the man 

I thought I should be

sweeping her off her feet 

As I stumble 

 

maybe it is for the best

there is little time 

to capture what I imagined

in my sleepless rest

 

Her

I can't stop thinking of her.

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