He asked her to be is companion, because they looked the same.
He wore makeup, she wore a mask.
She loved him, but which one?
The weak boy, or the made man?
She asked to leave him, because they looked the same.
But he found another just like her.
~ by Joy Suzanne Grazer on August 24, 2009.
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I can really feel the pain in your poetry. I hope that you keep writing, but you find peace. You are awesome.
this reminds me of so many couples. i have to include myself in this judgement. we never really know each other. i wish people were more honest. as far as finding another one like her, well they always do
these are so amazing