Some will give
some will take
some are sweet
but they forsake
Standing still on crowded sides
chests are out painting sights
dare to taste? see twisting tongues
serving pleasure on tainted streets
Some rushed to forge ahead
Some stopped to taste instead
Some went on after one
Some tongues never end
Tongue and tongues where could they be?
Be here, go there, where pleasure could be.
— A pack of lollipop
About the Creator
The Cost
There is always a cost. Not the dramatic kind people imagine, not the cinematic sacrifice that earns applause, but the quiet, relentless toll that transformation demands. The cost begins long before you rise and continues long after you land. It threads itself through every choice, every boundary, every refusal to return to the version of yourself that once made survival look effortless.
By Elisa Wontorcik4 days ago in Poets
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