Besotted

I’m not blaming you
for my eyes
seeing hearts
and my
temperature

off the charts

or for my muddled
mind
to which I have
resigned

and you’re not
at fault
for my tripping
feet or my sudden
desire to sing

at the top
of my lungs
for all to hear
without a drop
of fear

Then who’s
to blame

if not you
or me?

This is
unacceptable

for my
dignity!

Lauren Scott © 2015
🙂 ♥

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Folly

Just yesterday
I went for a walk
by myself
but I wasn’t lonely
until I slipped and fell
into a puddle of
infatuation

There was no one to catch me

Once I gained my composure
I was only sure of confusion
and I wondered how
my clothes would dry

Puddles were in abundance

He is only being himself,
I silently conjectured

The air was cold
The wind insistent
I felt myself trembling
with only the truth
to blame

Lauren Scott © 2015

Ruling

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This obsessing has me fatigued
admittedly, you have me intrigued
For everywhere I look
you’re like a good book
I can’t seem to shake you
or bid you adieu
You live in my dreams
so real they seem
Invading my personal space
I need a hiding place
Your lips, your eyes
to be spellbound would be unwise
But, oh, how you make me feel
it’s positively surreal
I can’t commit to a declaration
of whether this is love or infatuation
although, I must concede to my desires
and the lighting of our fires
I’ve been arrested by your charms
as you hold me in your arms
My self control is missing
So sentence me to “kissing”

Lauren Scott © 2014
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