She’d carry the photo of herself everywhere she went As if to remind herself of the time she’d spent When she was young and a beauty; It could’ve been anyone: you, me, Or someone of notoriety. We steal a look…

It demands more when there is no space; Seeks love for itself but will not return The deeds it needs to flower or grow fruit; Fails to believe that it needs to learn. Works for the payoff at its pathways’…