Romantic Vilification
Remnants
all around me, I’m the wrecker
Castigate
myself, I flagellate my soul
Hearts on
the floor, filled with emotion
There’s
no love or broken promises, only destruction
For some
love is a story of roses and light
For me
it’s a stormy, dark winter’s night
Loves
light either refracted or bright
Therein
resides the truth of sight
To see
something as one is a soft kiss
To
witness all its pieces, brings misery and ugliness
What
decides a view that can’t be chosen?
Deep
restless yearning for satisfaction known
For those
like me love turns on the smallest key
Refined
over and again in romantic glee
Reaching
for that ideal is destruction of the good
It takes
someone special to make me see not trees but wood
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