100 Notes I'm Afraid To Write.

17. The Deluxe Cover

The Deluxe Cover

In the gallery of glances, where colors shift bright,
They admire the deluxe cover, basking in its light.
With smiles like confetti, they gather around,
Whispering praises, a soft, fleeting sound.

“Look at the beauty!” they chant, hearts aglow,
As I stand on the pedestal, wearing their show.
But beneath the veneer, the canvas is bare,
A masterpiece hidden, a truth lost in air.

They’re drawn to the surface, the shimmer, the shine,
Like moths to a flame, their admiration benign.
Yet the moment it falters, the sparkle begins to fade,
They scatter like leaves in the autumn cascade.

“New version, new wonder!” they cry with delight,
As they chase after trends, drawn into the night.
Their loyalty sways like a branch in the breeze,
Only anchored by glamour, only eager to please.

With each fresh edition, their fervor ignites,
But I’m left in the shadows, a ghost of their sights.
Once a bright centerpiece, now cast aside,
A relic of moments where love chose to hide.

They chase after versions that glitter and gleam,
Unraveling threads of a once woven dream.
The deluxe cover glows, a facade so divine,
But the heart of the matter lies buried in time.

In the warehouse of memories, I gather my scars,
Finding beauty in silence, embracing my stars.
For the worth of a being is deeper than gloss,
A tapestry woven, not merely a gloss.

So let them chase colors that shimmer and fade,
While I forge my own path, unafraid and unfrayed.
For the deluxe cover may capture the eye,
But the soul is the treasure that will never die.

I’ll cultivate gardens where roots intertwine,
With blossoms of honesty that steadily shine.
And when the world turns, in its fickle embrace,
I’ll stand as the anchor, my heart knows its place.

In the tapestry of life, where true beauty endures,
I’ll celebrate moments, the love that ensures.
For while they may wander, in search of the new,
I’ll treasure the depth that remains ever true.