![]() The Two WomenA Poem by MoETwo women, oh, so close, you could almost say they come hand in hand. One woman, who men think is more beautiful than most, and the other, timid, and easy to misunderstand. First woman, with a strong opinion & mind, and always laughs & lives with little regret. A woman that could only be one that God designed; One that is not at all easy to get. She is not afraid to live life how it should be, but she is also not a fool when it comes time to commit. She is willing to help anyone who needs to be set free, for she inherited her mother's wit. Second woman, tender-hearted, but filled with fear. Her whole life, all she did was hide. Locking up her heart in wait for the right man to appear, and always willing to be denied. Creative woman was she, did & made many things that would brighten up one's face. Was said to be the best on the highest degree, but there never any happiness that gave a trace.
Both women with the same face but different in personality; same wants, but different needs. Both with their own unique speciality, but always in hope that the other succeeds.
Both woman different in actions, but the same. They both wanted to start life anew, and the both share the same flame, for they only dare to love once & that's you. © 2011 MoE |
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