Love is a Payday Loan.
You leave the counter
Feeling pretty good.
That money feels like
It’s yours. It’s in your
Pocket, after all. It
Feels good, not like
The Smile of first love,
But still pretty good,
Not as good as
the warm paw
Of a beloved pet
On your face stained
With tears after first
Love leaves. You loved
The girl and the pet too.
But when they’re gone
You pay with pain
For those loans of love.
And as for me I’ve paid
And paid for every joy
A woman has ever loaned
Me. I’ve paid with interest
Too, but as for all of my pets
Who’ve crossed the bridge,
Knowing them was worth
All the pain. And I’d pay
It again for each one
Of them.
— FB, author of Mail-Order Annie (a Story of Passion and Compassion)
Very true! Nice one!
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I love this so much.
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