the perfect symmetry of your arm holding those books
make your attractive poise stand out in the middle of the blurry crowd
the smile that I breathe out is for your looks
knowing that the spectrum of ifs and maybes are in my way

you conquer rather than attack
you demand and you're obeyed
restless when succumbing to another heart
obedient to only your egotistical instinct that never waits

words are spoken from your well shaped lips
all livings disappear in the mist my hallucination creates
once again I hear words not directed to me
subsequently I bow my head in concentration.

4/4/08

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