Talk of love

Don’t talk of love,
It can’t be true
tis only a torture

Brought about in fantasy

By romantic illusions
And rose tinted glasses
You want to imagine that
You are loved to exclusion
A planet that orbits around the sun.
Destined to get burnt
Because what you feel
It’s not real
or if it is…..
Fleeting
Only clung on to
in sheer desperation
No other way to go
Do what you are told
Don’t rock the boat
Because you must love
The rules say so
Or the world will cease to turn
And you in turn will burn

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