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2016-02-04 16:21:13 Post No. 2381480
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2016-02-04 16:21:13
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What do you guys think of my poem? Its my first one, I have 3 others.
Possessive lust
How can someone truly know what it feels like to love, I would ask.
But I now find myself among them. Those who think they know. Those who have felt the unfathomable obsession, those who know the unquantifiable possessive lust for anothers soul.
I wish each and every fingering branch of our beautifully complex lives and memories to be intertwined, to twist and grow together. For our every experience and decisions to be inveigled by the others.
Above this however I know this is love, for I my mind is marred by the self preserving premonition that we wont be one organism forever. I feel the ever creeping forlorn knowing that we will soon rip each-others roots out. We will pull away and tear out each-others branches that we so intimately formed.
Love is knowing that not even this stoic apprehension will save us from one another. That when we part we shall never be whole again.
(I would love to hear some feed back as Im new to this )
