Thursday, April 26, 2012

The Idea of You

I'm drunk on your words. By your eyes I'm seduced.
Nothing gets me as high as the mere idea of you.
The thought's stronger than you are, I'm startled to find.
It seems that the sight of your eyes leaves me blind.
Short sight, wishful thinking assumed you to be
Someone attractive, attracted to me.
I'm truly perplexed by how strongly I feel
For the transparent shadow of someone who's real.

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