Instances

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Once I saw only you- Now I see only the real me.

Submitted: July 09, 2015

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I look out from my window

And all the things I see

 Are istances of you

 

You sit on the park bench

Across the street

We meet

 

You play basketball

In my driveway

You always win

 

You see her

While walking to see me

She is prettier than I

 

You drive up

To pick her up

To see a movie

 

You drive back after

She yells

She's mad

 

You walk next door

Where I wait

Beside my door

 

You knock

I open the  door

Then slam it

 

I am not your doll

Your slave

Anymore

 

I look out from my window

And all the things I see

Are beautiful instances of me

 


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