She Disturbs Me
She disturbs my train of thought
Reaches into the corners of my mind
And pulls things out of me I didn't
Know were there or did I?
She intrudes in my daydreams
Walks through my thoughts with
Out a care in the world reeking
Havoc and causing dismay. I'm
Left miserable aching with the
Want of her not knowing if
What I feel is need or desire
Maybe even both for her
Like being in the desert and dying
For a drink. She's like a cool
Drink of water soothing and disturbing
All together and it makes your thirst less
But without more you'd surely die
But to die and have her there with
Me would be certainly heaven
She disturbs me I question who I
Is or rather what I thought I
Was or maybe it's not questioning
At all, but rather making me see
The real me
I think what it would be like
To be worshipped by her to have
Her kneel at my feet and yet
Who would really be worshipping whom
Feeling envy for if I were able to worship
Another truly it would be her
To see here smile and know it was only
For me because I pleased her
She tortures me never having lifted
The whip to be in the same room
with her and she does not acknowledge me
Is like being flogged and yet it's still
Pain and not the exquisite kind
It caused you to shed tears and your
Heart to break or make you feel like
You are walking on clouds. She makes
you feel lost and found at the same time.
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