Because everyone needed a hero once in a while.
-X-
He was my Superman,
But I guess, I will never be his kryptonite.
He was my Spiderman,
But I will never be the Mary Jane that he will save, not even once.
He was my Batman,
But he will never visit me, even if it's night.
He was my Thor,
But I know he will not go to Earth just to see me.
He was my Ironman,
But he will never build something just to please me.
He was my Captain America,
But he will never be my shield.
He was my Hulk,
But I doubt he will save me from being killed.
She was tired of needing a hero to save her.
So she opened her eyes,
And realized,
She was reality,
And he was only found in fairytales.
But she knew deep in her heart,
That she wanted a hero,
But she knew she was no damsel in distress.
So in the end,
She decided.
She needed a hero,
So that's what she became.
-X-
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Yours Truly
Poesía❝Everything that lies beneath these pages full of scattered ink, has become the definite reminder of who I was, who I am, and who I will be.❞ -All poems are mine. -May contain spoken word poetries and short stories. Highest Rank: #13 in poetry (01...
