Penthouse Thoughts

We sell our souls for money,
We trade our hearts for love,
Then chase our passions through the crowds
We grow impatient of —

We store up hopes in dreaming,
We scar ourselves in rue,
Then wonder at the senselessness,
Because, that’s what
We do

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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