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Fascination Without Reciprocation
A Poem
happiness doesn’t look good on me, i fear —
and if it’s all the same to you, i’d rather not wear it
psyche in a dress, oh, woe is her —
she got her hair all done up at the beauty salon
cupid’s on vacation, thought he had the answers —
but the truth is we’re all figuring things out
and every day i wonder if a looking glass is worth it
when you’ve got nothing but pennies to show for it
heaven above cursed me out (oh, she did, indeed)
and hell decided i was a shade too pale of off-white (oh no)
and there’s truth that music saves lives
far more than any book ever did (it’s a shame, it is)
but we were never a literate society (oh no, we weren’t)
and instead we told our tales by fireside calls and streams
i wanted nothing more than a solemn oath
that time was not going to stand still again for me
and i can call to life a thousand statues, breathe them into being —
but what does it matter when all of it’s for show anyway?
