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Love and Greed
I erased my words
so I could see what yours, truly meant;
nothing but wantings, eager
to learn how I could benefit you,
masked and sugarcoated
with hearts and "I love you"-s.
I retreat, once more, behind
the warmth of my shadow--safe
like the dusty attics of estate sales
where someone else's box of happy snapshots
are easier to live in.
How do you sleep at night? (traitor)
so I could see what yours, truly meant;
nothing but wantings, eager
to learn how I could benefit you,
masked and sugarcoated
with hearts and "I love you"-s.
I retreat, once more, behind
the warmth of my shadow--safe
like the dusty attics of estate sales
where someone else's box of happy snapshots
are easier to live in.
How do you sleep at night? (traitor)
Published 7th Nov 2023
Author's Note
Written for the "Book of Shadows" comp
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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12th Nov 2023 8:29pm
I sense some frustration here.... lol.
It's like you're deciding which items to throw against a wall. So you use words instead .
The withdrawing to the attic is symbolic, for how we retreat to our inner selves/voices.
Well expressed, Madame.
It's like you're deciding which items to throw against a wall. So you use words instead .
The withdrawing to the attic is symbolic, for how we retreat to our inner selves/voices.
Well expressed, Madame.
