"desensitisation" poems
Desensitisation to the objects around you is inevitable. Buy the new car you've always wanted, that outfit you've been dreaming of, the latest phone, the best of the best in all aspects. Buy it all, but I promise you after long enough they all just become things you own and they lose their magic. Spend your time and money on experience, not objects.
djm
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 5:41 AM UTC
I remember when you would preach to me how the meadow captivated you each day on your bus journey,
but now that same view elicts just your eyes to skim an empty gaze.
But the meadow is still the same,
it hasn't changed and you are still on the same route,
so why do your eyes not widen like they used to?
It's now just a fading charm but once a view synonymous with beauty,
a kind of fascination desensitisation,
the magnetism weakening with each meeting.
So now it's just another meadow,
and therefore darling,
i'ts not your fault you're now just another girl.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 2:48 AM UTC