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you cloud my mind
Bitter
sweet is the taste
Where a heart lays
the mind does not
Betrayed
by my own hand
A tug of war ensues
You cloud my mind
Like a Heavy low-set fog
Like a spoon stirring alphabet soup
Like a drug
Like someone else's prescription glasses
making Everything I see blurry
Nonsensical
Aggravating my very soul
Could Love be a disease?
sweet is the taste
Where a heart lays
the mind does not
Betrayed
by my own hand
A tug of war ensues
You cloud my mind
Like a Heavy low-set fog
Like a spoon stirring alphabet soup
Like a drug
Like someone else's prescription glasses
making Everything I see blurry
Nonsensical
Aggravating my very soul
Could Love be a disease?
Published 12th Jul 2014
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12th Jul 2014 6:51am
"Like a spoon stirring alphabet soup." :) I instantly got an image of a spoon stirring the soup, alone, like pent magic. I enjoyed it. I love the last line.
15th Jul 2014 3:16am
