I have not thought of romance
In a serious capacity for a while
My heart has been deflated, broken
Drawn into un-favouring thoughts
That lust, desire the wish of the flesh
The distraction of the bottle
The want and wishes and desires
Play out in a kaleidoscope of thought
A passing mix of all and everything
Twisting and turning and playing
To those last thoughts before sleep
Which manifest dreams
Romance and love, are you there?
Are you a genuine concept?
Or a wasteful thought I play upon
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