Her - Poem by Cassnadra Nuddkebrook
I loved her.
Not because she was beautiful,
Even though she was.
The curve of her body did not hypnotize me,
The way the fire in her eyes did.
Or because I thought that she needed me,
She was always the stronger one.
Always deserving something more than he,
or even I,
Instinct in me wanted to save her,
But in the end it was I who was lost.
'Written for Nette 2007'
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