He does more
than you would think,
sitting in front of a mirror admiring the reflection
Really her life
more focuses on
her superiority in other ways, mental her predilection
In his mastery
of the ability
to find fault in others, he gains satisfaction
Strange yet
that she cannot
locate the exact same cracks with her infraction
They baffle all
or so they think
with their brilliant, unmatched powers of deduction
In loneliness
they both shall wait
still, but moving ever toward their own destruction
Monday, April 4, 2011
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2 comments:
A good poem! I could see where you were leading me (destruction), and the rhymes work nicely.
Thanks :) I enjoyed yours today, too
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