It is my 100th post. WOOHOO! Who knew I'd keep this up this long. I'd pop some champange but I'm currently at work and champangeless so I'll just crack up open cocaine in a can SLAP. Once it hits your lips it's so good!
Anyways, frat boy typing over. As some know, I write in my spare time, and one day hopefully as my profession. But sometimes a novel project just can't happen; sometimes you just got scribble something out every once in a while to keep the magic going. This was just something I came up with a few days ago. That's right, a poem. That's just how I roll.
Haunted
She exists only in memory
Something illusory
A cipher haunting the souls of the lovelorn
Beauty and grace wrapped in the bow of idealization
One cannot articulate why she still has a hold
She just does
I too have been afflicted
By sickness that drives great men mad
Try as I may
She crawls through, slowly but surely
I wake to reality, to cold knowledge
She won’t be mine
That doesn’t stop the dreams
Until next time, fly high and fly well.
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