The other me:
There is another me.
One who is prettier I see.
I call her the other me.
Because we both have the same names unlike he.
She is mad because of this.
She is quite the Miss.
Such a snotty brat.
I call her a twat.
She thinks she's Number One!
But for me I have Won!
YOU ARE READING
The Little Stories of Life
PoetryA book about poems of life for me and what goes around for me. Poems aren't really my thing but I guess I will try give it a try and write some.
