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Virgo Me
by Quinlan L GibsonMy mind.
Always running, constantly thinking.
Etching into itself, questions.
My Virgo mind.
Always yearning for the mental challenge
A muse to dissect.
A chance to defend my opinion.
An arguement to digress.
All with my blue ribbon logic.
Details of him, he never knew existed.
I have already
analyzed,
processed,
and creased as finely as soldiers bed linens.
Absorbing every expression his face can make.
Intricate pieces must fall into place
before making a move...pawnlike.
Always thinking before I feel.
For my fine-tooth comb is my defense.
Virgo mind, Virgo me. 10/02/2001 Posted on 10/02/2001
Copyright © 2024 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Brett Shane on 12/01/04 at 08:57 AM hahah, as a virgo.. i can surely appreciate this, of course i would change the "him/he/his" to "she/her/hers" haha.. excellent write, very true |
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