The Echo of Narcissus
He calls
I call
He answers
I answer
My words aren’t mine, but the ones that he utters
Mine cramp in my throat unable to escape
Only after his are said can my mouth repeat that of his
Stuck with only the words that are provided me
He stares
I break
He suffers
I suffer
Both broken over love we cannot have
Infatuated with the beauty of one man
It destroys us
So we die
He called
I called
He answered
I answered
But those word weren’t mine
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My Poems
PoetryI write poetry like everyday. And just wanted to post some of them (not all cause that wouldn't be very pretty). My biggest insperation was my seventh grade math teacher. Thank You Mrs. (not gonna say your name). Thank you for being the most boringe...
