A Perfect Match

A PERFECT MATCH

She’s rubbish and scum
Or so his actions tell her
“I wish I was dead”
She repeats repeatedly
Though no one is there to hear

He’s rubbish and scum
Or so her actions tell him
“I wish I was dead”
He repeats repeatedly
Though no one is there to hear

No one ever
No one

No one ever
No one

No one

Ever

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About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on January 14, 2016, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. A feeling that comes and go. If you wish yourself dead aloud and someone heard you may feel obligated to rectify the situation and be dead. :-/

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  2. It’ll be published Monday The Mental Ghost. I was close to remembering the title.

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  3. LEAVE him! LEAVE her!

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