
America speaks on a love enchanted by theater
plastered lips and fraud smiles
A performance that dazzles;
Day in and day out
flipping through lies, eyes transfixed
They speak on a love of the bourgeoisie
A love so foreign, so readily consumable
if we're not careful, it'll eat us too.
A dream where love hangs on threads
A home filled with deadly indifference
A lovers devotion to the Hollywood romance
I don't dream of the escapist love sold to us
I want a love driven by a hunger to feel the world
more thoroughly than the day before.
About the Creator
earthing
just a woman with boundless energy for the living



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