When I'm washed up with those feelings of loneliness <br />and when there is only this and we can't resist <br />the bliss of when we kiss but it only exists <br />when our eyes are trapped in the mist. <br />It's a twist of love and reminisce, <br />like the hiss in the midst of the abyss <br />that fell apart and went amiss. <br />while you were pissed <br />and I dawdled a knife to my wrist <br />while you were missed <br />the list of things that persist <br />tended to assist the clenching of my fist <br /> <br />and all the while time added to this rhyme <br />I quietly watched the girl that would reawaken my heart <br />waiting for her to be mine.<br /><br />Moth Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-sickness-that-s-in-me/
