In her poetic attraction
she found
satisfaction
And the man in her bed
was not the man in her head
He could never share
the beauty in her mind
She watched him sleep
knowing full well
he was blind
But loneliness is none to kind
As she swallows her pride.
A poets mind is hard to find
So she sleeps with the man in her bed Drifting off
to the one in her head
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©janedoejoe
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