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Milo Marin Poem
There is another part of me.
His image is so clear
yet so it is so hazy.
He feels so very close,
but too far to reach.
He stands not sincere,
but smugly grinning.
He holds a hand
close to his flat chest.
There is no person
attached to it.
I step forward
with my plush in hand
to try to get a better look.
But with each step I take
they seem to stay the same.
He waves and beckons me
but my feet cannot move.
That other part of me
is clean and fresh.
He is comfortable
and dresses well.
I sit here scarred and
uncomfortable in the body I wear.
He laughs, menacingly,
seeing me.
Pathetic and confused.
He is perfect and I am not.
He is happy and I am not.
He laughs as my tears drop.
Why am I taunted?
Why am I teased?
Copyright © Milo Marin | Year Posted 2014
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Milo Marin Poem
Don't think I can't hear you sigh
As a tear trickles from my eye.
Your silence does not even help
With a prick to my skin, I yelp.
"Quiet," To me I hear you say,
"Won't help you either way."
How can you say that to me?
Why won't you set me free?
"Shut it!" You holler in my ear,
Your intentions are very clear.
It's about 5 am now.
Again you give a vow.
Another one you promise me,
To which I can't not agree.
To your chest you hold me close
And promise not to hurt your "rose".
Copyright © Milo Marin | Year Posted 2014
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