‚úćūüŹĽ 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

Poems, prose & literary analysis‚ÄĒthis is who I am.

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