Echo
I watch you preen and puff and pose.
I gently stroke your fierce ego.
I listen, rapt, to words that fall
from your lips, demanding awe.
In all things I must agree
All for you and none for me
Egg shells scattered 'round my feet
bear my shameful testimony
Appeasement, placation
Skills of my trade
I am become a husk of love,
Your love lives in your looking glass
Stolen gifts can't be returned
Love is not love that spurns
My love is finally flying free
No longer will I your echo be
I gently stroke your fierce ego.
I listen, rapt, to words that fall
from your lips, demanding awe.
In all things I must agree
All for you and none for me
Egg shells scattered 'round my feet
bear my shameful testimony
Appeasement, placation
Skills of my trade
I am become a husk of love,
Your love lives in your looking glass
Stolen gifts can't be returned
Love is not love that spurns
My love is finally flying free
No longer will I your echo be
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