4 December 2012
It just crept up on me
This feeling inside
Just looking at you
I cannot abide
Every little thing
Began to really grate
Something I once loved
Is now a thing to hate
Your face was once
A thing, I so cherished
Now when you touch me
I want to perish
The feeling is strong
I can't pretend no more
I want to leave the room
Then bolt lock the door
I can't look at you
Without feeling sin
Nor can I explain
Where would I begin?
©Kim Brown 4th December 2012
Where Would I Begin? • Opuss № I