In shadows deep where echoes plead,
A figure stands, a heart in need,
With hands outstretched, eyes wide with dream,
They whisper wishes, a glimmering scheme.
“Just one more favor, just one small grace,”
Yet each request a deeper space,
A gaping void that swallows whole,
The joy of giving, the burden of soul.
You hand them kindness, a fragile gift,
But soon they’re asking, their spirits adrift,
“A little more time, a bit more care,”
And what once was warmth now hangs in the air.
Like tides that rise with relentless force,
Their cravings surge, a shifting course,
When you relent, the sweetness wanes,
And gratitude turns to bitter chains.
You feed the hunger, though hollow it seems,
Each promise broken, like shattered dreams,
For every cookie, a world in demand,
Yet they stand ungrateful, their heart unplanned.
A dance of despair, a symphony bleak,
To watch them twist, a master of speak,
In silence you suffer, your spirit worn thin,
For love becomes labor, while they never begin.
Should you deny the latest plea,
Watch wrath unfurl, like stormy sea,
Their words cut sharp with venomous threads,
What once was dear turns to dread.
And in that moment, a clarity forms,
To see the trust in a tempest of storms,
Yet still you hesitate, for fear grips your heart,
To sever that bond feels like tearing apart.
But the darkness deepens with each passing day,
A cycle of sorrow, a twisted ballet,
You long for solace, for peace of your mind,
Yet feel the chains, the ties that bind.
So ponder this tale of give and demand,
Of sacrifices made upon shifting sand,
For in the dance of desire and need,
Remember, dear heart, that you too must lead.
To guard your spirit, to rise and defend,
For love, yes, it matters, but it must not end,
In shadows where they take, and never repay,
Sometimes stepping back is the only way.
Let not the asking, relentless and cold,
Leave you hollow, a story retold,
In kindness find strength, in wisdom your ground,
For those who take without thought must not hold you bound.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 1:19 PM UTC
In shadows deep where echoes plead,
A figure stands, a heart in need,
With hands outstretched, eyes wide with dream,
They whisper wishes, a glimmering scheme.
“Just one more favor, just one small grace,”
Yet each request a deeper space,
A gaping void that swallows whole,
The joy of giving, the burden of soul.
You hand them kindness, a fragile gift,
But soon they’re asking, their spirits adrift,
“A little more time, a bit more care,”
And what once was warmth now hangs in the air.
Like tides that rise with relentless force,
Their cravings surge, a shifting course,
When you relent, the sweetness wanes,
And gratitude turns to bitter chains.
You feed the hunger, though hollow it seems,
Each promise broken, like shattered dreams,
For every cookie, a world in demand,
Yet they stand ungrateful, their heart unplanned.
A dance of despair, a symphony bleak,
To watch them twist, a master of speak,
In silence you suffer, your spirit worn thin,
For love becomes labor, while they never begin.
Should you deny the latest plea,
Watch wrath unfurl, like stormy sea,
Their words cut sharp with venomous threads,
What once was dear turns to dread.
And in that moment, a clarity forms,
To see the trust in a tempest of storms,
Yet still you hesitate, for fear grips your heart,
To sever that bond feels like tearing apart.
But the darkness deepens with each passing day,
A cycle of sorrow, a twisted ballet,
You long for solace, for peace of your mind,
Yet feel the chains, the ties that bind.
So ponder this tale of give and demand,
Of sacrifices made upon shifting sand,
For in the dance of desire and need,
Remember, dear heart, that you too must lead.
To guard your spirit, to rise and defend,
For love, yes, it matters, but it must not end,
In shadows where they take, and never repay,
Sometimes stepping back is the only way.
Let not the asking, relentless and cold,
Leave you hollow, a story retold,
In kindness find strength, in wisdom your ground,
For those who take without thought must not hold you bound.
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