HER Poem

HER Poem

Sunday night stress

Always present.

Living lies and secrets.

I should be wearing a dress.

My life now begins,

Realizations came late.

I had a suspicion

She was hidden within.

Girl friends I had,

There was no problem there.

But my romantic moves

Always seemed to go bad.

I searched and I wondered

What must be wrong.

I must live from my heart,

Before from life I am sundered.

Time is so short for us to be.

But for myself

I now know that

Me equals she.