Literary Force Magazine Literary Force Magazine Volume 2 | страница 64

Superman
I’ve waited a thousand nights for him to come.

 He was supposed to be like a knight.

But I’ve realized I’ve been very dumb

to ever believe that he might

be my Superman tonight.

But now I know he fights crime by day

and breaks hearts by night.

 Merely a victim to his sweet role play.

 This “hero” led me astray.

 And now I see that his cape
 was only a display.

 My poor heart has lost its shape.

That Superman was my kryptonite

And now I’m trying to look for the pieces he made me lose tonight.

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