Through long, dark nights I must confess
Each lingering thought becomes regret
And still, I do obsess.
Your breath when hitched I caress
It speaks of time I can’t forget
And still, I do obsess.
Each grasp did bind in sweet duress
Hands touching in the silhouette
And still, I do obsess.
I hear your name in my distress
The peak of storms remains unmet
And still, I do obsess.
Your touch, a flame I cannot suppress
Kisses and tease paint lips all wet
And still, I do obsess.
Through long, dark nights I must confess
We are as one in a lover’s debt
Through long, dark nights I must confess
And still, I do obsess.
About the Creator
Georgie
Storyteller Scribbler Dreamer Social worker Learner Mum Australian so my spelling might be a bit different to yours 🤍



Comments (2)
Very relatable. I hate when my thoughts become obsessive. lol 😂 .
I could feel the obsession increasing with the flow of the poem great work