I Am The Original Poem by Korinn Theriault

I Am The Original



Why do you pursue her when you know you wanted me? I am the original and she is the fake. Would you purposely go after a counterfeit work of art, when you could have had the real Starry Night? Would you settle for artificial vanilla? She might be close in personality, but deep down you know that girl is not me.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: girl,love,unrequited love
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