My Words
by Monica Hoppen
Without much to write, a simple profile was all she left
But she was never good with distinguishing her right from her left
Yet the words she left, were simply right
So confused by her complex simplicity
He was left with no option but to respond
Intrigued
Encapsulated
His mind had to bend
He questioned reality and tried to challenge her mind
He left no question to respond
Just a statement
“Her intoxicating scent, I'm just another victim”
Published on the Writory Wall.