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
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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