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Copy cats

2 min lectură·27 decembrie 2010

Mediu

Dust clings on my lashes

as I watch this old movie again

This never ending love story

of a single man and too many women

His vanity overcomes me as he dashes

out of my life, into my pain

I try so hard to hang on, not feel sorry

Looking over the past, how it was then

He was not the magic man

Just a copy cat

A little too fat

And so sad

On a push of a button, I rewind fast

to the beginning when under the rain

he stands there, his hat heavy

with the weight of his burden

His ways awakens the hell out of ashes

from journeys of dullness signed in shame

he searches in vain the depth of feminity

for burning desire, some fumes of when

He was not the only man

Just a copy cat

Of this and that

And I only felt bad

Time froze as pause washes our faces

leaving your soul with a single lane

headed straight forward into our own reality

We are the same, we take and don’t lend

Play the movie again until guilt lashes

Don’t you see the emptiness from blame

pulls out the guts from my belly

Which one should make amends?

You, the copy cat

Or the women who wear your hat

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Johanne Farmer. “Copy cats.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/johanne-farmer/poezie/13965676/copy-cats

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