Ego and Her.
She’s got her unwavering ego , like
needles , a stable excuse for
being everyone’s muse .
Its hugged her tight , tighter
than the strands that entwine
her braided hair.
She’s got her undying ego , like
carousels , we create tornadoes and
yet , it rotates.
The process of relationship , rough
with her labyrinths and
ego , a nice crutch.
She’s got her enveloping ego , like
the ozone wrapping seven billion
of us, condemned.
Its standard higher than her stilettos
Having whispered lyrical lies,
cynicism and reservation.
She’s got her ego , and
him as well but his absence unfazed
she lets her ego comfort her.