You saw it shine, you saw it glitter
You proclaimed its greatness on Twitter
Your eyes wide open, pupils gazing
You sought it out, it was so amazing
You had this image that it was grand
You dreamed of holding it in your hands
You tried to hide it from the light
You couldn’t keep calm from sheer delight
It made you warm and you felt secure
It whispered wonderful fantasies in your ear
It gave you compliments and kissed your spine
You shut your eyes and it made you blind
You encountered darkness and felt alone
And began to reap what you had sown
It cut you off and left you in neglect
It showed you dishonor and disrespect
The flowers died and the phone calls stopped
The grass turned brown and the temperature dropped
The sun turned red and stars flew from the sky
And the fantasy world faded right before your eyes
And you couldn’t deny what you had failed to see
The grass wasn’t greener…and he wasn’t me.
I just walked past the restaurant table and saw the pain in her eyes. Those eyes were still the same but the twinkle had taken off like a deadbeat dad many moons ago. I simply waved and smiled and turned my back on her pained expression. The hesitation in her face was evident as though she had a million stories bottled up and she could only tell them to me. The new man looked irritated. He sensed that cord of love that she so desperately flung out to reach me and he saw the candle in her eyes that still burned when she gazed upon my face. I felt a twinge of sympathy and nostalgia. I hated that she wasn’t happy in her new glorious situation and I couldn’t help but remember when she glowed just for me. But she had fallen for the glitter of nickels and chosen those over dollars like toddlers when offered money. I had moved on to bigger and better people and the loss I felt when she left had since been replaced with more success and a better class of woman. I realized we must endure the darkness to truly appreciate the sun unless we are wise enough in the first place to respect the sun for its warmth and comfort. It was sad that she now must make the best of a bad relationship with a pauper when she had been given a king. How many of us have chosen trash over treasure because we were afraid to be satisfied in good situations. Instead of seeking to enhance what we had and try to mold it into the greatness it could become we wanted to trade it in for some ready-made flash and glitter that could never equal the strength and resiliency of a relationship forged through time, tears, and joy. Even God took seven days to complete the earth. Nothing worthy is accomplished instantly and without sacrifice. As I watched her lower her head slowly and begin to eat I knew she realized that she had encountered greatness and foolishly traded it in for shiny rhinestones and a few seeds to grow giant beanstalks.
You proclaimed its greatness on Twitter
Your eyes wide open, pupils gazing
You sought it out, it was so amazing
You had this image that it was grand
You dreamed of holding it in your hands
You tried to hide it from the light
You couldn’t keep calm from sheer delight
It made you warm and you felt secure
It whispered wonderful fantasies in your ear
It gave you compliments and kissed your spine
You shut your eyes and it made you blind
You encountered darkness and felt alone
And began to reap what you had sown
It cut you off and left you in neglect
It showed you dishonor and disrespect
The flowers died and the phone calls stopped
The grass turned brown and the temperature dropped
The sun turned red and stars flew from the sky
And the fantasy world faded right before your eyes
And you couldn’t deny what you had failed to see
The grass wasn’t greener…and he wasn’t me.
I just walked past the restaurant table and saw the pain in her eyes. Those eyes were still the same but the twinkle had taken off like a deadbeat dad many moons ago. I simply waved and smiled and turned my back on her pained expression. The hesitation in her face was evident as though she had a million stories bottled up and she could only tell them to me. The new man looked irritated. He sensed that cord of love that she so desperately flung out to reach me and he saw the candle in her eyes that still burned when she gazed upon my face. I felt a twinge of sympathy and nostalgia. I hated that she wasn’t happy in her new glorious situation and I couldn’t help but remember when she glowed just for me. But she had fallen for the glitter of nickels and chosen those over dollars like toddlers when offered money. I had moved on to bigger and better people and the loss I felt when she left had since been replaced with more success and a better class of woman. I realized we must endure the darkness to truly appreciate the sun unless we are wise enough in the first place to respect the sun for its warmth and comfort. It was sad that she now must make the best of a bad relationship with a pauper when she had been given a king. How many of us have chosen trash over treasure because we were afraid to be satisfied in good situations. Instead of seeking to enhance what we had and try to mold it into the greatness it could become we wanted to trade it in for some ready-made flash and glitter that could never equal the strength and resiliency of a relationship forged through time, tears, and joy. Even God took seven days to complete the earth. Nothing worthy is accomplished instantly and without sacrifice. As I watched her lower her head slowly and begin to eat I knew she realized that she had encountered greatness and foolishly traded it in for shiny rhinestones and a few seeds to grow giant beanstalks.
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