Love
Broken heart
Torn apart
By a single word
That was never heard.
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O/? tove is hut a wanton slut,
a painted, face-lifted whore
dancing minuets off-beat in my dreams
Masking a fiery desire
that touches my deepest depths
in some sort of slutty soul kiss
I didn't know what held my gaze,
but something in that lover's look
masked by Ray-Ban shades
Did my heart in
like the cheap thrill of a rickety carnival ride.
Yeah, your love is a roller coaster
of ups, mostly downs
in this pathetic little shack
we call home
I fear that your days will reveal
empty six-packs and cold pizza.
Beer, lukewarm and old,
much like the sorry excuse
you call sex,
I've forgotten the joy.
But until I win the lottery,
I guess we're stuck with
this crazy little abomination
they call love.