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.
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