A Wonderful Sting
by David P. Leverette
This feeling is like a wonderful sting.
I want this feeling to hold me captive.
I wouldn't give this up, not even for all four seasons to be spring.
It doesn't need to be masked as attractive,
This unstable beautiful pain is mine, its what I want, what I need!
My happiness continually gains,
This is great. Something this good cannot be greed!
I'm glad to leave them, I found a better lain.
This I intend to keep.
No one else can have it, its mine!
Its mine when I'm awake, its mine when I'm asleep!
What's going on. This feeling is no longer a straight line.
I'm trapped in this bind, I no longer feel fine,
and now, I'm alone without a sign.
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