The other one of me,
The one that lives with
the girl next door,
and her imperfections;
Seems happier.
The other one of her,
The one who lives with
me. Makes my bed
and
me love her
perfection;
Seems happier.
The two of us,
Seem happier,
with the other one.
One that never was
and never will be.
Hmmm... your writing intrigues. And appeals. I like how you weave a world apart in your verse.
ReplyDeleteThank you again. Glad you liked it. I guess every poet has his own world inhabited by his/her alter ego. It is here that most poems are written.
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