Cup Half Empty

Feeling your presence,
yet craving you near
Whispering to the moon,
as if my lips on your ear
Irrational I’ve become,
you have control of every part
No room for thoughts of other things,
you stole my mind, soul, and heart

***

Woman, reduce the incantation,
stop eating me alive
A distance filled with emptiness,
too far to hear my cries
To eat, rest, and work,
all things of the past
Have mercy and fill this hungry void,
my heart is beating too fast

***

Dark beautiful eyes,
touching the depths of my desire
I fell into some trap,
passion jolted trip wires
Unhinged I’ve become,
from you I’ll never escape
Remove the bonds from my wrists,
cut through all of the tape

***

Distance my only adversary,
even one inch is too far
I can’t rest until you’re near,
my sky has only one star
Not much longer can I survive,
this distance we keep
Always too many tomorrows,
next to you I should sleep

Scott Mitchell

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