Reflections of Him

March 10, 2010
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The way I love him is
More complicated than most.
It’s nowhere near bliss
This love, I would never boast.
I wish I could hate him,
But I’ve tried so many times.
He makes my soul dim.
His self is as good as slime.
I never should’ve known
Him as anything more than a friend.
He should make his own
Religion for his self-centered trend.
He’s trapped me in his trance
And now, I’ll never get another chance.

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