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first, we wake-up
by Charlie Morganall she knew about love
was that she had none;
Harlequin romances spun
in her girlish head;
that's it, there will be
a Heathcliffe for me.
she was twenty-two and single;
at 40 you become just alone.
she knew that, at least.
so she struggled with notions;
is he Heathcliffe? he's lacking.
is he Heathcliffe? he's chubby;
not svelte, smarmy, charming.
am i worthy of their love?
am i worthy of self love?
everytime there's something,
what could it be? me? naaah!
02/13/2009 Posted on 02/13/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 02/13/09 at 08:06 PM I abhor Harlequins - never ever is real life even close, nor would I want it to be. But I see her in my mirror, Charlie Brown. (BTW, I would want Charlie Brown....hehe). Lovely write, here, Charles. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/14/09 at 04:39 PM I agree with above comments and (unfortunately) alot of us can relate. Great read! |
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