For Someone
I am not your equal;
I am ten times your better.
Hearts turn to paper and fold.
You see me in the street
I am two foot higher
On the surface we are cold.
Our faces did not meet.
You fell asleep in spite.
I am not your equal
I was born a different kind
Teardrops kiss the floor and die.
I think of you outside,
Under covers we are warm.
You will never enter here.
Lips close in private and melt.
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