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Gatsby

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

Gatsby
Photo by Rene Böhmer on Unsplash

Reinvention

The social scene

Notoriety

An age-old caprice

Opulence

That’s the American Dream

Anything to get the girl

Anything to soothe the need

Polished

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

Elusive

But completely exposed

He smells like new money

Now everyone knows

This idyllic desire

Will never let go

Adoration

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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