Your loving words, eyes filled with wonder

Your sweet deception nothing but a soul’s stain

Lies, opaque lies piercing through my thin heart

Was I nothing more than worthless cellophane?



You used to marvel and revel

In the people we were, in the person I am

Then upside-down and inside-out

To you I’m nothing more than crumpled cellophane



No longer, you need naught but faint memories

Rustling like the feel of our love’s remains

What of me? What of my needs?

Am I really just soulless cellophane?


Pick me up, stay with me for a while

Then toss me aside without a glance

I’m disposable, replaceable

Nothing more than some cellophane

And you walk right by me

You look right through me

Never caring if I feel the pain

The End

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