I can’t stand to be near you, and not look at you
I can’t stand to look at you and not smile
My thoughts escape me
I find myself just thinking of you
I get nervous
I try to hide it
and my desire for you increases
rapidly
I regretfully try to reorganize my thoughts
Block you out so I can continue my work
It is just impossible
It is impossible
You have possessed me
So I just give up
and joyfully think of you
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G. A. Botero
I have a million bad ideas, until a good one surfaces. Poetry, short stories, essays.
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Second Tuesday of November
No one knew how the event really started. Between a few beverages at the bar, maybe? Notes passed carefully on the street? Or, perhaps a secret meetup at early hours of the day? Whatever the root source was, we were here now on the second Tuesday of November. Nervous, but also absorbed by the allure.
By Elizabeth Petit3 days ago in Fiction
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Nice poem, I see you are a new writer like myself, it would be nice if you would check out some of my stories as well:)