To My Love

We were oh so cute
Hand in hand over the moon
Now I‘m destitute.

We were on cloud nine
Together in harmony
Now alone I pine.

Janus faced, no not her
A truly open book, this is her
Woeful, no that ain’t her
A positive person, this is her
Horrible, no not her
Enabler of happiness, that’s her
Right now, I’m wanting her.

Author: Anna Bidoonism

You'll find lots of (1) poems & (2) prose on my blog as well as information about (3) literary analysis (4) philosophy & (5) psychology. This is me; this is who I am.

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