I harbor these feelings inside me
knowing they’ll be the death of me
like lost time, my dreams end up, cutting
my flesh, shattered pieces
clattering on the linoleum
Infatuation is a cruel salesman
charming the young until they’re
dizzy on their blush
then, with a flick of the hand
he takes from them the only
payment they can offer
for some, it’s their confidence
esteem, status
but for the unlucky few
he steals from them their
ability to fully love another again
You see there is no money-back gurantee
in love
the only benefit one’s bound to get
is disappointment, the hidden razor
of a dream
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Wooopy bingo buddy nice one 👍