Him Poem by maddy macleod

Him



Him,
A sin,
My life is grim.
There I have been,
Watching him again.
I see her,
Holding a pen.
Yes she’s wearing fur.

Him,
Why,
The ball hits the rim.
I would never say hi.
My life is dim.
Him.

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