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what to do on a weekday

there's so much confusion
i love this man, but he isn't here
he's away when i need him. here when i don't

and here is this one....
my every desire...
loves what i love...
smiles when i smile...
cries when i cry...
sometimes i think i might
die when he dies....

he's the ying to my yang
the sling to my slang...
the eggs in my french toast.
the everything i think about when i shouldn't

and still i have a man. and there is no answer.

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  • lovingwife
    December 21, 2006

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    good write

    i think that this is a great write. i think its very good but in this sentence; he's the ying to my yang. there is no g on the yin. but other than that it is a beautiful poem.