And sometimes it’s not even love
It’s infatuation, the love and nurture you bring to the table
They’re filled while you’re left to hope for your meal
Your energy is depleting
Now you’re thinking “well, when did I ever make a deal to dance with the devil?!
You’re clinging to your last breath
And they wouldn’t even think, “maybe if I just breathe some life into em, they’ll be another chance
Then again it’s like why would they
If they didn’t even think to ask
“What would you like on the menu tonight?!
Miraculous chain of events though
While clinging to your last breath
Sparks of light showered down upon you
Within that a rebirth occurred
Out of the dark
You left your mark
While they took a walk in the park
Saying, “Damn! All I had to do was feed em”
About the Creator
Fabiola Cherubin
A free spirited being who finds writing to be therapeutic and her first love✨
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