Questionable Passion

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    Questionable Passion

    Where are you?
    Who are you true too?
    Are you somewhere feeling blew or do you want me as I want you?

    Was the short time we had together a preview?
    Or do you long to make a creative sequl movie as I do?

    Who are you?
    Do you see what you do to me?
    I saw the things I do to you.
    How deep within me do you seek?
    Why does my heart seem to leak?
    I have never felt so deep, you have taught me to be meek.

    Why is it when we see each other,
    we can't seem to keep our hands off one another?
    Where does all our passion come from?
    Where does all our affection come from?
    I wonder if we made that choice
    or are we listening to another voice?

    Why do I feel such comfort in your arms?
    Someone hit the alarm.
    I just want to hold and caress.
    I have noticed as long as you are here there is no stress.
    There is no need to impress.
    We mutually know just to express.

    Why is it when I look into your eyes, I want to stay for a while.
    Why is it when I speak to you, you appear as though I'm feeding you?

    So why is there this pain?
    We decided we would play no games.
    Why is it a hit and miss?
    When all we want is another kiss.

    Here it is winter now.
    It appears I'm shutting down.
    My blood is jellied from a poisonous snake.
    I don't enen want to date.

    I feel like you took my last breath of excitement for a while.
    I don't even want to smile.
    I'm sorry I missed all your calls,
    but to hear from you made me feel 10 feet tall.

    I just have a few questions dear.
    Are your feelings on the surface?
    Or is there a real purpose?
    Was it alcohol that night?
    Or do you really want to hold me tight?

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    TheAngelOfDeath commented on Questionable Passion

    02-20-2009

    very good i like it! you have very good imagry in this poem.

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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