Love-Hungry Broken Hearts - Poem by Summer Melody
When happiness strikes,
It's half past 12.
In the beloved sanctuary,
it becomes filled.
With victim's whom have suffered,
the game of the love-hungry broken hearts.
The ideal princess may still not be right,
for the wise prince the might.
For there may be,
no such thing,
as happy endings.
Why shall my wisdom be only used upon someone from who is not,
right, for me?
I pick through the line of black and white shells,
on the sun cast beach.
Trying to find, not their physique...
But their inner beauty.
Have I chosen the wrong one out of the bunch?
Or has she been standing there,
right near me?
May we ask this simple question throughout humanity,
but it is the same old missed interpretation,
that has been leading us down the wrong path,
of the love-hungry broken hearts.
WE are greedy,
WE are nasty.
WE will fight.
We will tear you in half for what we long for.
Then we will confide into each others secrets,
and break each others hearts.
Why is it like this?
It doesn't have to be this way,
The slayer of dragons wouldn't have agreed long ago.
From war has been here from the start.
But that is too bad,
for the love-hungry broken hearts.
Is a kiss something accepted by people,
or was it created by god?
Are flowers a tradition,
just like an American flag,
being raised by a silver rod?
Maybe... It's that spectacular sensation you get,
when you're sure,
When you know,
you're in LOVE.
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