The emotions of a poet who calls himself 
"Uootem"

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@uootem

your absence makes me feel like a rose
being pulled apart petal by petal
she loves me... she loves me not...
there are always thorns, aren't there?

I'm wondering, was she all that special?
hair and eyes... hugs and kisses
gracefulness... seductiveness
and was her heart really real?

i sense a change in the weather
seasons change and so did we
wonder what tomorrow's forecast is?

if she looks me in the eye today
won't I just realize that would be going out of her way?
yet I spend my days dreaming of ways to attain it.

i am like a cup
always emptying myself
to take you in.
.... cups sometimes run over.

i'm a light switch, silent but useful
if you tap me the right way
i can bring you light
but by ignoring me
I am living in darkness.

you told me our love was forever
but now you think you were mistaken
call me, if you need a second opinion.