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This feeling it annoys,
Flittering, confuzzling, bewildering,
I have no name to give it,
For it is foreign, and persistent.
When a smile does my face it grace,
Followed by a stutter, perhaps a mutter?
Where has my confidence vanished to?
Here I confront a something not so new.
Its familiar presence I have felt,
But rarely ever have I dealt.
Confronted with a nervous confusion,
And swept away by wistful emotion.
Is there courage to face this?
Or must I wait and remain adrift..
My heart's ablaze with whimsical fire,
Its torturous, vexing, and a pleasant desire.
Flittering, confuzzling, bewildering,
I have no name to give it,
For it is foreign, and persistent.
When a smile does my face it grace,
Followed by a stutter, perhaps a mutter?
Where has my confidence vanished to?
Here I confront a something not so new.
Its familiar presence I have felt,
But rarely ever have I dealt.
Confronted with a nervous confusion,
And swept away by wistful emotion.
Is there courage to face this?
Or must I wait and remain adrift..
My heart's ablaze with whimsical fire,
Its torturous, vexing, and a pleasant desire.
There is something so familiar about this uncertainty i am faced with.
But strangely uplifting.
I've added onto this poem accordingly. Tell me your thoughts and critique please.
But strangely uplifting.
I've added onto this poem accordingly. Tell me your thoughts and critique please.
© 2012 - 2024 Saij-Spellhart
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i think i sorta understand it reads like dejavu ? maybe, that unknown familiarity and probly alot more
but us girls get this alot and not always know why
but us girls get this alot and not always know why