Poetry

Shaken

Surreal, are the thoughts that pass my mind, 

Strange, are the feelings that arise, 

In her wildest dreams, she sought to be a princess like no other,

In her reality, she hoped he would treat her just a little above average

 

Unshaken, he dishes out a cup larger than what she thought she was worth,

Unapologetically, he lays his hand beside hers appealing to her subconscious,

Who is he? Often she’s been asked,

It’s just him, she often responded

 

Strange, are her interactions with him

Surreal, is the strength she has gained thereof

Grateful, are the words she has for the reality that is just that, my life…

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