Like a small creeper
Creeping into my life.
Like a small tumor
That latched on to my skin.
Like the after taste of coffee
And kisses with chewing gums
That stays in memory.
Like a cat that stays to feed
And leaves to wander;
Uncertainty and independence.
Like a thorn in the foot
Annoying and yet temporary.
Like me, like you, like them, like US,
The world has so many romance,
But yet, why does it sound like ours
And only ours twines like a thorny shrub;
Complicated, yet all we ever want?
“It’s complicated”
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