National Poetry Month Day 8
Wake up Note
Time after time
I try to
Erase my mind
With the thoughts of you
Chasing my soul.
I tried to remember
When I surrendered
Of being
To this thing
Called love
You fit
Like a glove
You slipped in smooth
And easy
Confused
Love's
Making me dizzy
Weak
And somewhat
Meek
Who would have
Thought
That I would
Get caught
You slated my
Heart
From the
Very start
With that
First
Hello
Kicking down
Every emotional wall
Who gave you
My key
Enslaved by
Your love
Can't You see
A prisoner
It's true
Without bars
Or being
Sentenced
Another silly
Love note
Of you
As I
Awoke
Loving you
Past my dream
Come true
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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