i like it when the lustre wears off when something becomes less appealing it's revealing it tells true feelings who or what is standing still unabashedly loving affections continuing despite the diminishing where lies the loyalty unaffected by less popularity unfettered by opinions unwavering & persevering holding on though hurting non-flashy & dirty uglier perhaps but still found worthy better somehow through life's beatings stronger somehow after bleeding scars that end up beauty faithful & more truly in love with the aging deeper character found in fading hands still left holding onto what's worth keeping after the lustre wears off © keely myles early 2016
Sometimes friends grow apart.
It makes me think, “Were we even friends at the start?”
Reality shows it turned into only obligatory politeness,
Rather than actual likeness.
The shoe didn’t fit and won’t be worn.
Tears fall and a heart feels torn.
Isn’t it silly to mourn over an imaginary friend?
With needle and thread can’t a heart mend?
I wonder why I invested so much in the end?
Especially since it was just pretend.
By Keely Myles
April 4, 2012