It’s that time again when I share with you a poem from my past. I’ve been in a poetry mood these last few posts so why stop the momentum. This is one of my favorites. It’s called I Can’t Speak. Hope you enjoy it.
Something about you has me intrigued
The very existence of your presence has me
encapsulated that my thoughts are not of
my own accord
I’ve been possessed by moronic moans and
ill thought concepts
I can’t speak.
My inability to form a sentence is caused by
one thing and one thing only
I can’t stand to be around you
I can’t stand to look in those eyes and see truth
To hear your voice is like water trickling down a mountain
I hang on every word
I float on syllables of my name being uttered from your lips
You make me weak with no disregard and reckless abandonment
that I can’t help but fall for your magic
Release me from your spell so that I may
regain my intelligence and not be one
of many who have lost their minds over you.
Robert C. Price