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by Ingrid Hoyos 2 months ago in love poems · updated 2 months ago
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You can't repeat the past

Photo by Rene Böhmer on Unsplash


The social scene


An age-old caprice


That’s the American Dream

Anything to get the girl

Anything to soothe the need


Like a marble queen

The illusion feels like

Narcotic supreme

His hope is boundless

Like the emerald sea

All this for love

All this for a childhood dream

The anticipation

Of losing control


But completely exposed

He smells like new money

Now everyone knows

This idyllic desire

Will never let go


Patience is cold

Fast cars

Yellow brick roads

Taking the fall

On the lonely way home

Chasing the past

Still dying alone

love poems

About the author

Ingrid Hoyos

Former journalist. Freelance writer. Perpetually curious. Painfully creative. Poetry is my outlet. Slowly chipping away my walls.

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