She’s better
In every way
Of that your right
Whatever the approach
Her hair is a corn field of sorrow
Eyes of rock
staring down the most impenetrable of walls
I contemplated whether
you were worth the tears
But it’s all matter of view
You see her as faultlessness
In human form
I see her
As perfection
In a laboratory
After all this
I’m relieved that I’m not your type
Your not worth
Changing myself for
Thinking now
It’s ludicrous
I doubted my potential
For even a second
This is who I’ve always been
Who I am
Who I hope to always be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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