Plagued, consumed, bombarded
Can’t seem to find a way
Your memory lives on and on
Though you are light years from today. 

You never take the time
No thoughts of what we had
You don’t spend a millisecond
Ever feeling bad. 

One of the beautiful people
The world is at your feet
Always get what you want
Or take from those you meet.

Lust… the primal secret
A pathway into one’s soul
Someone pays a hefty price
When one’s heart is bought or sold.

Like it never happened 
Thoughts easily erased
On to bigger and better things
Another pretty face.


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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