My Cup Runneth Over There - Poem by Francie Lynch
I'm taunted by another,
Allured by the attention
Polishing vanity to a reflective glaze
Like the winner's cup, help up by the ears
To display, and kiss, and smudge
Before returned to the real owner.
It's an enviable snare,
One may think is sincere,
When here, looking over there.
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