Anonymous Ghurl


He, She, and Me


Once there were three
We were He, She, and Me
We three, we were free
Happy, joyous were we
He, She, and Me
We were destined to be
Much alike were all we
We were filled with such glee
But of the three
What I wanted was He
But He wanted She
And this saddened Me
Still we were three
Now it's He and She plus Me
And then at the end and leaving was He
On the last day of school, what was seen by Me
Witnessed was He
Standing closely to She
In the shade of the tree
And gazed longingly
At the end He hugged She
And then gone was He
And She left as She
And I'm still lonely

Submitted: Monday, December 17, 2012

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  • Khairul Ahsan (10/23/2013 10:46:00 AM)

    Quite randomly I selected and read the poem, and wow! It's so! wonderful! So effortlessly you have drawn the imagery, it has caught my eyes!
    Well done,10/10. (Report) Reply

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