I'm a she and he's a He.
Doesn't matter much to me.
When I lose my cool or turn to ice,
He's the cruelty to my nice.
I am fair and he is dark.
Neither bares a similar mark.
When I'm feeling serious,
He's the grooming to my muss.
I am short and he is tall.
Though his heart is rather small.
When I slip into a mood,
It's him who'll sit and brood.
Slayer of newbs and slayer of gods.
I can only be cowed by wrathful mods.
When I'm in need of reassurance,
His silken voice is a regular occurence.
Aubrey dear, my other side,
Makes life one hell of a wicked ride.
He's the frostbite from my cold shoulder,
He's the draft that makes my anger smolder.
Tall, dark, and handsome,
This boy's worth more than a king's ransom.
The he in my she,
He's the other side of me.
Author notes
Kind of spur of the moment, off the wall. Very true though.
A contest entry
- Share with Me: Your Alter Ego by ennovy.
475 points, ended January 12, 2007, 22 entries
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Comments
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Well Done
This is just what I am searching for the double, that just might cause us troble. Then on the other hand support us in time of need..Excellent prose.....Thank you for entering my contest....Novy
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Cool!
Love the flow of this poem.I like how its showing two sides of someone...i like how its showing a good and a bad..so yeah great write!
Jammi
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