Too Long There To Be Forgotten

Can't stop from liking what it is I do,
To push aside and deny...
I am a product of its existence.

I've got it as it is piping hot.
And hard to dropp on the spot,
To be easily forgotten.

All day.
All night,
This feeling kept inside of me yearns.
Burning with a churning that smolders.

All day and all night,
Holding on as a belonging.

I've got it as it is piping hot.
And hard to dropp on the spot,
To be easily forgotten.

All day.
All night,
This feeling kept inside of me yearns.
Burning with a churning that smolders.

Can't stop from liking what it is I do,
To push aside and deny...
I am a product of its existence.

And this craving within me remains to stay!
All day.
All night,
Burning with a churning that smolders.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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