My Mind
My mind is cheating on me
I caught it in cahoots with
him
the other day
I know they are plotting,
scheming in the dark of
night
Hoping I don’t hear
to my mind
Oh yes, dream of him I do
In some shape or form, he’s
always
there, taunting me
I am thinking of him, his
voice, his eyes, his deadly
smile
that never leaves me
Oh God I wish I could find
a way to bury him in the
deep
recesses of my mind
I caught it in cahoots with
him
the other day
I know they are plotting,
scheming in the dark of
night
Hoping I don’t hear
Make herhe whispers
dream
of me,
to my mind
Make her
think
of me.
Make her
never
forget me.
Oh yes, dream of him I do
In some shape or form, he’s
always
there, taunting me
I am thinking of him, his
voice, his eyes, his deadly
smile
that never leaves me
Oh God I wish I could find
a way to bury him in the
deep
recesses of my mind
But I forget that
my mind obeys him
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Funny how my poems start off about one person and somehow end up being about somebody else. They're always similar people though, and some contents of the poem can be about them. Sigh. My mind, always playing tricks on me...Thanks for reading. :]