You first see that red and white target sign,
Something draws you in as you keep walking towards it.
Inside I pick a cart knowing very well I will come out with more than expected,
I begin browsing and slowly my cart starts to fill up with inessential items.
At first hesitating but then caving as I realize I really do need it,
Or at least that's what I tell myself.
I feel bad as my cart starts to fill up,
Then slowly realizing: 'Oh Wait! I forgot the shampoo!"
I pull out my phone, turning to the list of items as the reason I made the trip in the first place.
One by one I begin dropping articles of clothing and oodles of makeup,
As I calculate how much I have to spend and what I may afford to keep.
Something so powerful as a store can draw you and fascinate you with all it offers,
The charm, its beauty, something so indescribable I love very much,
A love hate relationship with my credit card but I will always turn back to you, Target.