I just can’t ever run away from you You’re always present everywhere I go It is your face on people that I see A shadow anywhere that I may be
I sleep amidst your memory in bed You figured in the prayers which I said Each night, I find when I would come to dine You’re seated on a chair across from mine
In my gazebo you’re the face I saw And in the park, you sat on the seesaw You paced the terrace as I grilled a fish You’re in the kitchen as I cook a dish
You’re everywhere it seems around the house In all the places there, your stalking goes In corridors, your specter came to show And also in the porch and bathroom, too
Oh no, please not inside the bathroom walls Where you can then observe the protocols Don’t let this happen, please for once, refrain Hear your Napoleon, my Josephine.
♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
Napoleon was said to be of thoughts about Josephine, his wife, while he was away. Even after he divorced her. The ramifications to this acts of a longing heart were just my own simplification of what the circumstances had been that would naturally surround the event.
I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,
Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million
Hold me now, as I’m a child Keep me close. Be tender, mild Love me now. Now. And for forever Walk with me now, and as I grow Guide me through life’s ebb and flow Love me now. Now. And
Riding slowly among the misty clouds The endless curves of mighty hills But i wonder it’s not fascinating me anymore Why i curtailed my world in you? Deep down there lays beautiful valleys Defining life beyond explanation But my soul
Kiss me each morning for a million years The joy it gives is the reason for my tears; Honey I take your love and I make it right Now here is my body Let it be your velvet for tonight
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4 Comments on "Oh You Haunt Me So"
Napoleon was said to be of thoughts about Josephine, his wife, while he was away. Even after he divorced her. The ramifications to this acts of a longing heart were just my own simplification of what the circumstances had been that would naturally surround the event.
Nice poem.. It describes the state of mind of a person who is not able to come out of the clutches of the past.. ..
Thank you @Archana Sharma for your comment. That is nice of you.
This is very ingenius.I wish I could write like this.I love this write-up, I love it.