The two women in his life
One had long black hair
One had long red hair
One he kicked out of the car during an argument
The other was the one kicking him out
One he lived with
One he married
One he left behind
One left him behind
The first was named Jasmin, like the flower or the oil. A name found in gardens and hung over arches
The other named Grace, notes of eternity laced her name. The softness of a ballet dancer intertwined in a single syllable
He should’ve stayed with the flower. I believe she loved him more
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
The two women in his life
One had long black hair
One had long red hair
One he kicked out of the car during an argument
The other was the one kicking him out
One he lived with
One he married
One he left behind
One left him behind
The first was named Jasmin, like the flower or the oil. A name found in gardens and hung over arches
The other named Grace, notes of eternity laced her name. The softness of a ballet dancer intertwined in a single syllable
He should’ve stayed with the flower. I believe she loved him more
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