Complexity - A Poem
I promised you a long time ago that once I formed the words, I would tell you exactly how I felt
Some time has passed now and those perfect words have not yet been dealt.
There are no words to describe these feelings, they are much too complex
I realize that I place you in complete control with the words that I utter next.
Desperately trying to seperate and repress the feelings of romance, fighting a fight that seemed to have no end
Convincing myself over and over that you were simply a friend.
There's something absolutely magnetic about you that keeps me going unwillingly on this course
- Analysis of the Poem "My Voice" by Sir Oscar Wilde
- Complexity - A Poem
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