Perfecticity

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    Perfecticity
    as i walk
    i wait to see
    if i can find 
    who i shal be
    wandering over
    plains and mountains
    making love 
    at unknown fountains
    digging up 
    the buried treasuer
    looking for 
    the purest pleasure
    in the world 
    or so to be
    without you
    without me
    love has totally
    taken over
    kind of like
    a three leaf clover
    once it starts
    it never stops
    once it jumps 
    it never hops
    back to the one 
    that it was with
    as it rekindles 
    with its kith
    over family
    and friends
    love breaks
    and bends
    for many
    different types
    as water bens
    for different pipes
    looking for 
    the perfect boy
    but treated like 
    i am a toy
    as i walk
    i wait to see
    if i can find 
    who i shal be

    wandering over
    plains and mountains
    making love 
    at unknown fountains

    digging up 
    the buried treasuer
    looking for 
    the purest pleasure

    in the world 
    or so to be
    without you
    without me

    love has totally
    taken over
    kind of like
    a three leaf clover

    once it starts
    it never stops
    once it jumps 
    it never hops

    back to the one 
    that it was with
    as it rekindles 
    with its kith

    over family
    and friends
    love breaks
    and bends

    for many
    different types
    as water bens
    for different pipes

    looking for 
    the perfect boy
    but treated like 
    i am a toy

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    koolmom0 commented on Perfecticity

    10-15-2009

    This is nice hun, well written, good flow, good rhyme. Love Koolmom
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    possum

    10/16/2009

    Thanks

    am2anangel commented on Perfecticity

    10-15-2009

    You have a hidden sense of being betrayed in this piece; of perhaps not being treated like you should,but just as someone to be used. Well done. Do not give up you will grow through your efforts.
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    possum

    10/15/2009

    thanks for reading it... not many people think that they need to anymore

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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