The clock ticks , I'm lost in despair, His presence, feels like a suffocating snare. He's almost right, a whispered claim, Yet shadows dance within his name.
He's too much sun, my vision's lost, Worth any cost, wait, what's the cost? He is a maze of signs, I cannot see, This play on words seems to captivate me.
He’s not enough, a hollow sound, he is familiar, I'm on painful ground. He does it right, the stage is set, He can change the world, I'm willing to bet.
My heart races in a panicked fright, Trapped in this enigma, day and night. He's more than that as the stars align, His riddle wraps itself in mine.
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Author:
Angela (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Well I caught myself being extremely indecisive about weather my husband is more than enough and then he would make me angry and I'd say he is not enough and then there were the mellow times where he is just right. Ha Ha so here it is lol
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Comments2
The yings and yangs of a relationship, written in a entertaining way, enjoyed the read
Two sides to everything. The Janus face and all that it represents. Nicely written
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