she was always right
even when she was wrong
for some reason i never mind letting her win
though im no easy battle
id argue with my shadow
if it said i was getting to thin
but she had the stare
as strong as her hair
which made it impossible to be fake
so there was no use trying
id be lying if i said
i didnt dream about her
the most vivid surreal dreams
of heavy love making
hot breaths
and long pauses
waking up next to her
was never apart of them
just like the dream shed be gone before evening
not waking me up to say goodbye...
but for some reason she always came back
or was i so jaded
that i could not see
that in the mist of her control of me
i was her puppet
i played her game
and when the ball was in my court id travel
over stepping boundaries
mixed up in my babble
ooo ah ah hi
never did i think
someone could disappear before i said goodbye
but she was a veteran....
to be continued
Faisal Jama
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