Souvenir
Some people treat love like a souvenir
A trinket all shiny and new
Purchased at the time
from a beach side five and dime
Something that they can cling to
They might hang it on their set of keys
Pull it out when there's a need of remembering
That they used to find
they loved the way that it shined
When it was new in the beginning
But souvenirs become tattered and frayed
As most if not all are cheaply made
It's a more than common fact
when you treat the love that you have
Like a souvenir, love wastes away
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2018
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