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By Em Hatemore Date: 2011 Oct 26 Comment on this Work [[2011.10.26.09.14.10514]] |
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A Truce Begrudgingly I am often reminded Of the similarities between you and I. I remind myself every time I think Of our similar quirks. A flair for the dramatic the muddy brown eyes we hate A love for the fantasy In movie, makeup and television. Our tendency to pout Our tendency to fail To stick to things we know the best Our strive to be somebody So a truce I shall call with the one who had irked me so A general respect of fellow women Is often lost at the first sign of betrayal. Start this over, I say. We could have been friends In another life Had we met in a different way. Matters of the heart Always complicate things And boys are the most complicated of all. |