DifferencesA Poem by Elisa BarguilWhat makes me different from she? Was she curly-haired freckled -face slit-eyed maybe well, what makes me me? What makes me different from she? Is it the words from my mouth? Cruel True or the color of her skin , the nature of her being care-free but me? Just me. Well, what makes me different from she? Just as sad and unable to clearly see Did we wear contacts too to watch you closer well, what made her different from me? Can you pin-point exactly the marks on her body did you think twice when she ran out to sea? Well, but me you see it was the other way when I gave you all this for free while you nestled with another under a wide-leafed tree. © 2018 Elisa Barguil |
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Added on August 26, 2018 Last Updated on August 26, 2018 AuthorElisa BarguilNew York, NYAboutI am a 23 year old who writes during her spare time and would like to develop my writing skills and would like advice from other writers more..Writing
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