OBSESSION
Really I must confess,
I'm not obsessed.
Just because I search the crowds,
in vain for you,
and you do not appear.
Sadly I once again discover,
you are not here.
But, I continue to search,
for your face.
In the parks, in the streets,
every place.
Really,
I must confess,
I'm not obsessed.
Just because my moods,
are set.
By whether on any given day,
we've met.
Really I'm not obsessed,
I must confess.
Just because I miss your words of wisdom,
when you're not around.
Just because when I miss you,
I wear a frown.
Really I must confess,
I'm not obsessed.
Just because I long to hear my written words,
flow from your lips.
Or imagine what it would be like,
to be held in your arms grips.
Really, I must confess,
I'm not obsessed.
Just because I believe,
in foolish dreams.
None of this could possibly mean;
That I'm obsessed,
I must confess.
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