The little man <br />on my shoulder says <br />I should have been more <br />like her, <br />sugar sweet <br />but that's not me. <br /> <br />He says <br />I should have been more like her- <br />move to deceive <br />to keep him; <br />I'll not; <br />even if the price I pay <br />is Lonely. <br /> <br />Should have been <br />more observant <br />perhaps <br />and noticed all this <br />but mine <br />is not to compete <br />rather I strive to <br />complete; <br />to link- <br />the linkage <br />between <br />which seems <br />to me <br />builds foundations <br />that relationships <br />really need <br />to live beyond <br />the first kiss. <br /> <br />But the little man <br />says I am too wise <br />in this <br />and counsels <br />that first catch your prey <br />then educate. <br /> <br />I cannot <br />prey <br />upon my prey; <br />it's not my way. <br /> <br />I wait; <br />I say <br />for the right way <br />and the little man <br />goes poof <br />and <br />disappears.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-should-have-been-more-like-her/
