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Emily Breese Poem
Captivating eyes
Hair to spare
Could he be my demise?
I like him
I love him
It's always been him
I never took interest in other guys
So tell me
Is he my demise
I guess I'll go for the ride
This crush
I can't hide
He will always be dear to me
Even if
It kills me
His looks are to kill
When it comes to him
I have no chill
So I ask you
Is he
my demise?
Without him I feel stuck
Without love
I think what I feel could be...
LOVE
Towards my
Could be demise
In my eyes
Forever loving him will be seen
As a prize
To obtain
He will most certainly be a
Gain
My personal
Demise
Using my arsenal
To achieve my purpose
To make my mark
For him and the world I suppose
The worst part is to be hated
I know my feelings will never be reciprocated
I love him
I'll admit it
Even though the outcome will surely be grim
Unwanted
Yet
Cherished
Get him out of my head
I said as I stopped thinking I had a chance
And rolled out of bed
Copyright © Emily Breese | Year Posted 2017
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Emily Breese Poem
She stares, unblinkingly, into the abyss. Wanting to think but unable to truly feel.
She sits. Contemplating love. Hers. For whom does her heart belong to? Herself. Everyone. No one. What is love? A feeling that blooms inside, not unlike a Corpse flower. Reeking of sensation. Emotions. Happiness. Sadness. Contentedness. She wants more. Beautiful in the uniqueness. More uncommon than one would think.
She knows. She is scared. She is fearless. Is she really? Equally fearing all. Everything can bring one down.
She loves him. She loves her. In a world of exceptions, will she be just another?
As she stares, she begins to understand. A metaphor. For what?
Copyright © Emily Breese | Year Posted 2018
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