Pedestal
I was told that love is like holding somebody up on a pedestal.
The problem with love is that it’s being misperceived & used as a poison that is damaging our cerebral.
The path of memories is still unforgettable.
But for some odd reason though,
We still feel the need to convince ourselves that love is still able to be containable.
What’s even worse is that when things become unrealistically unbearable,
We rely on the soul consuming spirit to bring us better relief.
I hope the reader that finds knows that the only one who can truly deceive you is,
The one who you find is the most susceptible to believing your own goals & dreams.
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