The doc said I had some sort of stigmatism
I don’t know what that means. As long as I can see you, just fine.
And the Figurines
That bark at me, relentlessly telling me
But,
They continue to sit in the corner of my eye, peripheral vision.,
Because you are mine, I have to leave room to see you.
Something isn't right about the way you
Change my mood
Mend the way it moves, me too
I'm the contour and you’re the groves
Because you’re cheekbones are fine without me
To choose
But you do.
You choose me like Im
Nothing more than a thought that races on
Into oblivion,
Never stop the thought that made you
Complete me, please.
Because I need you.
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Aubrie Belle
A writer who excels in the overwhelming. My overwhelming is, LIFE. Poetry is an attribute to my life, so have it take affect in yours too.
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By Aubrie Belle 4 years ago in Poets
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