Benjamin Feliciano Biography

Scorned. That ought to be my name.
Constantly and consistently confused,
By the fact that she reels and rejects,
All within the same day.
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Sometimes I look at people and wonder,
Not what they are thinking, but if they are thinking.
Woman on the train, are you remembering?
Man on the street, do you reminisce?
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I never had an addiction to Mountain Dew,
I had an addiction to you.
Polite conversations, go by so fast.
My only goal: to make you laugh.
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With a finger to her lips she signaled to be silent.
A tacit statement synonymous to a secret love.
Only with eyes she spoke to abate my concerns.
Virtuous fidelity to be lauded and admired.
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Her scent hit me like an ache,
And I was sore again.
I feel the influx of bile rise,
At my inability to restrain.
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