I am not him, I swear I am not

Love is a funny thing
Play a heart for it to sing
It is this song that is all I sought
I am not him, I swear I am not

She was a rose so perfect
Ignorant I am for why I fret
Nay, It was her thorns that made me rot
I am not him, I swear I am not

A moment of blur and now I am at loss
This memory is my dead albatross
In a painful trance I was caught
I am not him, I swear I am not

Mama, I am his kin
Reality is that I bear his skin
Yet  I lie to this broken heart
I am not him, I swear I am not

-Mulham Saifee,11-H

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