No confessions

No confessions

A Poem by Evita

I wait for you each day
but you never come to me
somehow I find your way 
but you are never free
anxious though I stand 
you always seem so sure
when more attention I demand
for yours I remain still poor
you never give sure sign
yet my heart is ever still
and always shall it pine
with mine puerile free will
I am in ache arrested 
unable to break your hold
all good sense divested
for confession: not so bold

© 2011 Evita

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You have more devotional power than the majority of poets, modern day Mirabai, I bid thee, come to life!

Check, for new undiscovered talent! I like your style very much.

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Added on November 15, 2011
Last Updated on December 10, 2011
Tags: Waiting, love, heartache




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