The
post below is written by my friend Arunima Prakash. Welcome her to the blog
people!
The Bilge Master
Replacement is a lie,
You can never really be replaced.
No one has the same hues you do,
Or the same smile.
No one else can wrinkle their eyes,
The way you do when you laugh
And even the sun bathes each person,
in a different shade of gold.
The pores on your skin
Are like no other,
And no one smells the way you do,
After a long day at work,
When all you want is to close your eyes
But instead you look at yourself in the mirror,
And wonder if someone similar exists and you go to bed smiling,
Cuz you know they don't.
Replacement is a lie told by world's poorest liars
You can never really be replaced.
No one has the same hues you do,
Or the same smile.
No one else can wrinkle their eyes,
The way you do when you laugh
And even the sun bathes each person,
in a different shade of gold.
The pores on your skin
Are like no other,
And no one smells the way you do,
After a long day at work,
When all you want is to close your eyes
But instead you look at yourself in the mirror,
And wonder if someone similar exists and you go to bed smiling,
Cuz you know they don't.
Replacement is a lie told by world's poorest liars
