THE MUSINGS OF A MENTALIST


DOPED
February 2, 2007, 5:15 pm
Filed under: Poetry

Written for a loved one. A quiet reflection. Some meandering thoughts. When you are ill, poetry comes easily. Mez all better now. By the way, it wud be interesting to get some feedback on this one.

There’s a whistling in my heart,

That you might have sparked.

Sleepless nights leave me,

Helpless in your thoughts…

It’s hard for me to think,

When all I want is you.

I’m restless and uneasy,

Acting like a fool!! 

You’re my everything,

I’m tangled in your web.

Of poison and ectasy,

I can’t seem to quit!!

~icedmocha

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