We come in with our dark worlds
Deep and twisted curls
In your glowing eyes I always see
Something that's familiar to me
Another me, in a different way
Similar to me, a different gray
You can tell me how you will and don't
Do the right thing, but you won't
Convince me, you are not me
I've seen a true signature anomaly
For you are everything I try to try
If I am your Karma, then why did I cry?
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 10th, 2024 02:05
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
it seems that poetry becomes you sir .. Neville
I appreciate your words, it consumes and frees
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