Doomed

Doomed

I wonder what
You hope to find
In these glimpses of
My crooked mind
You want a hint
Or maybe a clue
Why am I
So different to you
I know that
You hope to discover
A loving heart
Beneath my hardcover
Sorry to say
You’re destined for doom
You’ll have more luck
Getting cheese on the moon

4 Comments

    1. Author

      Yes, for some.

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