Pronouns hide
What you mustn’t see.
I write about.
Her and me.
Plot holes aplenty,
Potholes rare.
If there is no 'I',
My story ain't there.
Strands of moments,
I pluck and twist.
Sleight of hands,
Turn of wrists.
The one Pronouns are for,
Doesn’t read them much.
My tragic comedy,
Is ironic as such.
They think I am glassy,
Brittle yet bright.
Say no, I would on loop
If they weren't so right.
Now you can laugh
All you want.
I know u wish to
But u shan't.
Coz yes you are lovely,
But not more than she:
My rock of strength
The one for me.
And it’s a secret,
I wouldn’t bare.
I thought it was easy
It isn’t, I swear.
I have been in,
And I have been out.
And this one time
I'm expecting a rout.
A rout not of nature
But of her force
Blindingly exquisite
Delicately coarse.
That, at the moment
Is all you need to know.
I'll leave you with that,
And now I will go
Go away to,
A lost paradise.
Where she is with me
And all else is nice.

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