Romance is dead
It fell to the ground
With a bullet in its head
It was a cold blooded killer
...
Another look at you
And another crack forms
Upon the mirror as I
Realise the shallowness of the
...
Keep me from the dark,
Before malicious thoughts,
Begin to crawl out,
From under the shadows,
...
Day is dead
And Night grows old.
The road still lies there,
Paved with gold.
...
Nocturnal Beacons
Placed upon high
Illuminate the roamin roads
Leading me home
...
Optimistic music still mocks me
Jingling in my ears
I'm too miserable to enjoy it because
I'm aged beyond that girls years
...
I just love writing and reading poetry. I'm just using this site as a channel of distribution so my stuff can be read. I hope you enjoy my work.)
Romance Is Dead © 17/5/09
Romance is dead
It fell to the ground
With a bullet in its head
It was a cold blooded killer
That pulled the trigger
While the children played
In the park, on the swings
Poor Romance went down
Without a sound, Without a fight
It didn't stand a chance
Noone came to the funeral
It was shown up for what it was
Big Businesses Marionette
which lay beneath the soil
Along with Romeo and Juliet
It never lived happily every after
In careless abandonment
It chose instead
To die beside Heathcliff
On a dampened bed
By Scott L. Daniels