I'd always wanted to be a nymph,
But after reading the many tales about them,
Perhaps it is not such a good idea.
Alas,
I have found my Narcissus,
In love with his own reflection
Far more than he will ever love me.
Mayhaps I should even be grateful
He deigned to spare me a glance,
A thought,
When the prettier, gayer, fairer of us two
(Of us all)
Is him.
I can only speak his words back to him.
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i tried: poems from a lost soul
PoetryA collection of sophisticated word vomit I puked up when I got bored. Updates whenever. Chapters ordered chronologically by date penned.
