Need

by EssenceOfLace   May 7, 2008


Infectious cravings of a deep memory
prick the inside of my conscience.
Sweet reminders of a love now lost
enervate my knees,
causing a crash without end.

Oh, how the memory of you still sticks like taffy;
stuck, and tongue tied.
The longing for your touch, your voice,
makes me sick.

Nauseating thoughts of an obsessive desire;
I am yours.
Let me bend to your will.
A slave to some, devoted to you.

Tears freeze like ice upon my lips.
An addiction I wish not to overcome.
A love like yours, lost or gained,
is my only necessity to survival.

*For a contest*

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  • 17 years ago

    by fearose

    Addiction to candy is what I think. It's like the love is sickly sweet.

    "Oh, how the memory of you still sticks like taffy;"

    I really like how you brought forth this emotion of something that's too sweet. Like suffocating. You are a spectacular writer. Keep up the good work. I enjoyed all of it brilliantly.

  • 17 years ago

    by Love vs Fate

    Wow..This poem just blew my mind away!!! :) I love it... ;) lots

  • 17 years ago

    by Jodie Phillips

    A very well written poem, your choice of words clearly shows and the desperation leeks out. I love the way you have made it very in depth and like an illness....brilliant

  • 17 years ago

    by Gness

    Short yet so much meaning in it well done!

  • 17 years ago

    by Gness

    Short yet so much meaning in it well done!

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