November 7, 2010
By Anonymous

Poison courses through my veins,
Only just beneath the surface.
Only rarely does it send chills up my spine,
Only rarely does it ignite and burn.

It ignites with you.

Seeing you feeds the poison,
Makes me sick and weak.
Makes me lose myself again,
Makes me go back where I never should have been.

It makes me go back to us.

The poison is you in another world,
A world to which I could never go.
A world that took you away from me.
A world that took me away from me.

Now all I have is my poison.

The author's comments:
It took me a long time to figure out how to explain this feeling, here it is.

Maybe someone else feels it too.

Also the picture fits in many ways.

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on Jan. 7 2011 at 3:55 pm
WintersRevenge PLATINUM, Ponte Vedra Beach, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"Yay! I love being purple!" ~Patrick Star, Spongebob Squarepants

Wow. I love this poem. It's very thought-provoking, and you wrote it well. :) Keep writing, you're good at it.


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