If they asked…
If they asked
He would tell them
why he allows love to pass him by.
He would not dissemble
but would tell it like it is.
He would tell them
the consequence
of love’s young dream
is nothing
but
a brimful of broken dreams
He would tell them
about the crushing of hope,
the falling off from pedestals.
He would say
the triumph of love
is not exultation but
corroding
of the heart.
He would tell them
if they asked.
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Ah,
and he would be wrong…
love, cute love,
love as it is
is sweet, strong,
tough
to love is to know it,
not to love is to fail
to take of the brew,
to take of the taste.
Todays hangover
wont stop me drinking
Maybe not today,
but tomorrow
and the day
after the day…
For love is tough,
but it is human to love.
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