What you really were,

You were almost everything,



You were a month,

In a week,

A single day.

I woke with you,

Spent my 24 hours,

and fell asleep to you.

You were a lover,

A friend,

Once a stranger.

How your arms,

Wrapped with hands,

Traced with fingers.

Filled my mind,

Created thoughts,

Into dreams.

You approached slowly,

Lingered around,

And left just as fast.

You were my oxymoron,

Or just a moron.


just a moron.



Author: mirandatran

In constant pursuit of my best life, best self, and the very things that set my soul on fire.

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