And Then You Pity What You Think Was Loved Poem by RIC BASTASA
And Then You Pity What You Think Was Loved
when the hormone is gone
the ugliness starts to appear.
the face that you love
the body that you miss
the words that you want
to hear
are not that kind anymore.
"this is lust, and it is signing
out! ", says the inner self.
"where is love" asks the heart
"it is somewhere yet! ' says
the conscience.
and then you pity what you
think was loved
set aside and a little bit
junked.
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