Who is him?
He is him.
But nobody may know,
What lurks below,
Because I'm supposed to be,
Meant to be,
The top,
but I feel so low.
Dirty blow.
Go for the eyes,
Fight without mercy,
Not aloud mercy.
I am him,
That's what they say,
If I may,
I say,
I am you.
Oh so blue.
Just like you.
I'm human.
Not him.
There is no him.
I am her.
She is me.
YOU ARE READING
Blue is yellow
PoetryMy brain keeps poeming so I write poem. Many poems. Just pick a topic and I might make a poem about it.
