Her Doing Poem by Kelvin Owusu

Her Doing

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She loved me in many ways
she made me in her image
what she wished I was
what she hoped I could be
she loved me in many ways
accept the way she loved me
weren't me.

A shell of a man
didn't want to see the man in the shell
to erase the existence of a good man
she changed me
she played with me
molded me as if I were only clay

Not like I was blind
just refused to look
she had a hold on me
couldn't help but give in to her every need
from her lips
there was the devil in her kiss.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Poetheart Morgan 16 April 2013

How much you LOVE more the other crave. And there are us, being what we are not. Merely to prolong what is not true.

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Valerie Dohren 15 April 2013

The devil in her kiss - so many kisses hold the devil! Good one Kelvin.

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