Figures... I was Lucy in the Sky

Ours was but a metaphor

Jeweled allegories spun

Symbols of a tale, its score

Plays on comparison

You, a mythic fable

My first love, figuratively

Faux fur, passed off as sable

Worn out with analogies

You plagiarized the legends

Silk bouquets with sterile seeds

Word paintings you’d rescind

When my blind eyes read empty deeds