Tuesday, May 24, 2011

I want to breathe smoke

Where has
the love gone
I surely can't seem to find it
though it seems to surround me
wherever I look
wherever I go, its there
staring me in the face
taunting me

on television
there are resounding stories of love
that move the soul, penetrate
the darkest hearts
and replace hatred
in films
there seems to be no shortage
of sappy love stories
uncanny romance and
impossible affairs, yet
they impact
make a deep impression
upon an otherwise stout perspective

we see weddings
young romance, blossoming with the spring
old love that never fades
and the creations of life, that love
undoubtedly deserves

but alas, these things have alluded me
most likely due to my own ill intentions
and the beauty that surrounds me
the very beings that I desire,
everywhere, but nowehere to be found
I want to breathe smoke
desecrate my health and
bury my sorrows in a pool of filth
I never know what I'm doing, or why

so I merry along without a frown
or ruffled brow

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