You’re My Kryptonite


You’re my Kryptonite

If I can be Lois to your Clark then

when it gets dark I’ll let you feel

my Achilles heel…

You’re my Superman

Ill give you the key

to my Fortress of Solitude

no platitudes just



you must put your fingers



and then you’ll find

we both

can fly

so high


You’re my Kryptonite






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About Marie

An eccentric & quirky artist and writer who fills her time between fantasy roleplaying sessions with painting, writing and playing her guitar (rather badly). Usually to be found with paint-stained fingers surrounded by books and tubes of acrylic paint.
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