Sunday, November 03, 2013

365 Poems in 365 Days: Near Miss

Number 307. I wrote this around Hallowe'en which is clearly why I've done two love poems in a row. And by love poems I mean, well:

She is the woman of someone else’s dreams
Walked out into my life it seems
For another person she is perfect
But for me simply suspect
I don’t know what it happening here
It’s not about me that’s pretty clear
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