Fraud
Who I'm stuck with is not my superman.
Perhaps a fraud. Some type of hologram.
Superman saves people from risky falls,
this man can hardly care for my calls.
Superman can hear faint cries,
this man is too arrogant to deny his lies.
My real superman won't come today,
he is far away,
perhaps he was just too good to stay.
Thick black hair and stunning eyes,
instead I see haunting eyes, and lips like knives.
Superman is made of pure sincerity,
but this man is surely in need of some therapy.
With Superman it's a purring voice I hear,
but instead screeching steel is what is near.
My true superman won't come today,
he is too far away,
perhaps he was just too good to stay.
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Superheroes & Villains
PoetryA collection of Poems about your very own Superheroes and Villains in your life. Congratulations to Polllardii & Ruechari, co-winners of this competition.
