Friday, June 24, 2011

One and a half

We are two -- yet one.
Two hearts, two minds.
Are you as enmeshed in my soul
as I am in yours?
Your frown can steal my smile
Your mood predicts my own,
Unkind words from you are razors.
Cutting me in so many ways.
Sweet words from you soothe my nerves.
Do you have a Masters in me?

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