Obsessed

I am obsessed
I am consumed
I cannot get you
Off my mind

The way you dress
Your sweet perfume
In all I do
Your thoughts entwine

I think about
How it would be
With me and you
Alone, undressed

And full of doubt
Uncertainty
I wonder why
I’m so possessed

I am obsessed
I know it’s so
You’re all that matters
In my thoughts

I shall not rest
Although I know
My heart’s in tatters,
Soul’s
In knots

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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