Her Thoughts

He's supposed to touch and make you feel 
The love he promised he would give. 
Between the real and the ideal 
Is where you've found a place to live 
  So close to the periphery 
  Still waiting on delivery. 

You both said things you meant to do,  
At least, that's what you thought it meant: 
But maybe time's been running through 
And symbols only represent. 
  But yet, he's there: he breathes and lives, 
  And takes, but rarely ever 


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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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