Chimera

Of temporary things,

I tire.

of skinny loves and birds in a cage.

Of lovers that are not mine

and friends that cost me a dime.

Of weight that goes away just for a time..

Dear lord, don’t give me what’s not mine.

don’t let them come if they  wont stay.

don’t let me make a frame if they won’t  be in the picture.

don’t let me plan a marriage of there would only be wedding.

 

 

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