The Currency of our World

The thing that really makes our world go round

What a beautiful thing

Making you soar and roam free

Flying high enough to reach the clouds


That tears you up and spits you out

A broken shell, unfeeling

Used goods


Makes you do things you would never before

Abandon what was good

That starlit night

That changed your life


Always present and unforgettable

No matter how hard you try


Fickle is the hearts of men

Who are lured by a smile

Away from loyalties

For Love

Always for Love

The currency of the world

The Bane of the starving.

The End

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