I feel as if
I was only given one choice.
I could be exactly like him,
as genetics dictated
or just like her
a person I absolutely hated.
Well now as life is so cruel
the tables have turned around
I am like her more than ever
and despise him more, I've found.
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Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
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In my dreams I am the fictional version of myself. The one I seek to be in my short-stories and prose. The one who gets her point across...
Poets United Contributor
aww...ain't that always the way it goes. but you can change her legacy by creating your own. <3
ReplyDeleteBravo.
ReplyDeleteThis is profound.