Conveying what I truly feel, I once bothered I shouldn’t have, I’ve only been called self-centered Why should living worse be a competition? If it is, you know I should have let you won

Two Worlds

You and I met, doubtlessly accidental Shall I make sure? Yes, it’s coincidental But my! You are such a lovely person You’re me, however, you are a male version   Do you know your stories allure me? That’s why I love you, you give me such glee Your face, I could never stop ogling Most

I am at the point of life where I battle against the heavens—proving my being purposeless while divine interventions tell me otherwise.