Waterloo

by Aiko (Dreamsurfer)   Jun 8, 2020


I'm obsessed with her,
But the angels above me are crying.
I want her to be my doppelgaenger,
She wants nothing from me.
Why not?
There's no room for me in her jeans.
I steal from her,
It's my Waterloo.
I'm locked up,
They can't let me out.

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