It's been an obsession,
a secretive session,
a question.
Now for more confusion.
For you my heart feels,
it's a discipline to ignore memories' reels.
But for now I can't resist,
this nagging obsession which exists.
I'm well aware of the healthier things to do
than to dream of you
or of which Prince Charming or Cinderella
could finally fit the shoe.
But for now I am here feeling slain,
nothing to gain,
rethinking my obsession,
realizing my confession.
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