The other day I was thinking about all the things in my life that are either cheap or used, my clothes, my car, and even my guitar. Then memories of other cheap things came to mind, weak friendships was one of them. This poem is about people, specifically some guys, who say what we want to hear, do half the things we want, only to keep us around for as long as we’ll stick around. But should we settle for good? Or do we hold out for best? Maybe best will never come? Will we lower our standards because it’s in front of us? Readers Best already came! (John 3:16-17)
The shirts that rip and tear
telling you the empty promises that they will be there.
They come with visible stains
causing your heart pain.
Unaware of the stories the shirts hide, you wonder if trying one on will help you decide.
With prince charming actions the thread still pulls.
Yet, it insists it will make life full.
Sitting at arms length,
does your lack of self-control give up all strength?
Or do you walk away from the sweet deals
waiting not for a goodwill boy, but for something real.
April 23rd, 2014
By: Mihaela Chamberlain