Amour Propre (standard:poetry, 85 words)
Author: Lori	Added: May 15 2008	Views/Reads: 2684/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Love is the biggest game of pretense. We all believe, vainly, that it will be returned. When it isn't you get this.

Amour Propre 

~ 

Not all truth is white. 

You witness what isn't. 

Some facts are black 

and believe like I do. 

~ 

No areas of gray 

can be found. 

When you don't consider 

the possibilities. 

~ 

Love and pride 

end your list. 

Family, career, and, money 

are more essential to you. 

~ 

Sense of self 

is dropped. 

You're wrapped up 

in what comes first. 

~ 

No more 

needs to be said. 

Well, maybe except. 

I love your... 

~ 

Pretense. 

© May 9, 2008 by Lori


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