Maslow said we need food, safety, love But he never mentioned how easily hunger becomes sin
Greedy little thing It’s never just about money, or fame, or power— It’s that ache deep inside, the need for more, for something real
Greedy little thing For childhood memories I didn’t have Insecure in the constant movement Years-old boots, worn out Around me — latest shoes, new jackets
The grass is always greener on the other side, isn’t it? I couldn’t go out, so I made a home in my head.
Greedy little thing For the love that never found me — the kind I watched but never felt. For the affection I never got “I’m proud of you,” “good job” — words I didn’t hear
At some point, love became pain as well A pretty bruise Here and there
Greedy little thing The grass is always greener — where you’re not
I always thought lust was my biggest sin until I was journaling one night and tafa!
My take on the 7 deadly sins. I might do the rest at some point.