Recycled Romance

[silentpoet]

Head in the clouds,
Love on a turn table.
Others caught my eye,
Others made me cry.
Same as I, Romantic at heart,
Song of words, looking ahead.
Down in a slump,
Money is on drought.
Collective fixing,
Plugs of broken bulbs.
This feeling I cant make go away,
But it is a purpose I have,
Spiraling downward.
Self doubt,
Isolated, Loveless,
Hopeless.
Twentieth Century love,
Filled with cages and freedom.
Boundries are the lines of depression.
Flamenco sketches,
Empty bottles of love potion.
Restless souls need shelter from the storm.
Comtemporary cliches of self improvement,
Eye sight of beauty struck by divergence,
Features of the body are pure art,
The glass face is so delicate.
Love is such a passe term,
Used like a tool from a box,
But no love is ever true,
Until you through away conscience.
Love is a gateway drug,
To hurt, pain, suffering, and loss.
True love is sorrowful bliss,
To love so much it hurts.
Love is so blind when it meets you,
It looks straight into your soul,
Shunning out the flaws that contempt you.
The way to climb out of the never ending pit,
Is by the hand of soulmates,
The grace of palm.
Alast, the romance is over,
It is just another can recycled,
Just another rebate for another love.
To take that love and make it better;
Stronger, longlasting, beautiful.
Recycled romance can be the greatest vow ever.

 

[poezante]

sad words :/
[This message has been edited by poezante (edited 19 September 2001).]