Modern Poem by Erika Conti

Modern Love

That Puppet who gave you that tin-foil heart
all screwed with tiny steel rose thorns.
Well you know, when they put a coin in your mouth and you smile
on request, it shouldn't be this way.
it must not be this way.

Oh you got tought,
you got tought that what sparkles wins.
and that shadows are to be ashamed of.

Oh how can this be, how can this
be
that i could feel
a certain feeling
for something so loveless.so
so
so wrong.