Pms [ Pre-Menstrual Syndrome]
The day will come when you are just a distant memory
One that I will have to concentrate long & hard to remember...
Your face will be a shadow
The memory of your touch, kiss, taste, feel, voice, scent will be intangible,
impalpable, unable to invoke the intensity with which I still carry you in my
thoughts 'n' dreams
The day will come when the mere sight of you will have no effect whatsoever on
my
equilibrium
When my body will no longer become tense by your nearness
When my mind, body, 'n' soul will react nonchalantly to your situation, your
appearance, your happiness, or lack thereof
And I will be in control 'n' cured of
your infection 'n' affliction
Actually...after almost a year of our official break-up
I am no farther away from you emotionally than the day that I first fell in love with
you
Isn't that pathetic?
Obsessive compulsive even?
Alas!! What to do?
I always feel this way
After seeing you
During P. M. S.
Wriiten: 05/02/2006
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