Soul she steals

Pure fiction

Floating up, way up in the air,
My ego is boosted, but she's never there.
Compliments and niceties, come fluttering to the ground
But then she leaves, and isn't around.

Caught in a web, that is sticky and fake,
The spider, not far away, waiting to take.
My soul or my money, has to be one,
If it's money she will have to take it with a gun.

Paddled thru this downspout before,
Just because I open it, doesn't mean it's a door.
Nice as can be, so innocent it feels,
I think" motive trumps innocence as "my soul she steals"

Reviews

[ETERNITY]

Isn't anxiety the most awesome inspiration!

What a beauty!

[D. Mansfield]

Thank you.I find it in a lot of places