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Leave or Make Love New
Poem with art by Hermione – more of a song than a poem
Every so often, you tell me to leave
You point at the door
It’s hard to grieve when you tell me to leave
My dad once asked me, “What is love?”
What is love?
I’m still trying to work it out
But I don’t think I’ll succeed
Sometimes, I think that love is greed
If love is greed then I won’t plead
I planted a seed
Years ago
I wasn’t being greedy
But it grew a bit weedy
I just wanted to know
Whether you could love me
You said, “We’re the same,”
But, you never asked me to share your name.
I’m tired of trying
I’m tired of crying
I’m tired of lying
Saying I’m OK
When I’m not
You think I’m greedy
But I just want beauty
Is it a sin to ask for harmonious surroundings?