Bye, Bye Love
Nobody gives a damn about
angels
Anymore. Bleeding hearts are
so
Blasé. Does anyone nowadays hear
The quiet flapping of cherub
wings or
The soft impact of Cupid’s
Arrow.
This is now.
And love has grown up.
Big time. Billions of stuff
wrapped in
Red and pink paper.
And chocolate in the billions,
too
In all configurations. Did
you see
The chocolate panties?
Diamonds galore, but only
for
One special day. Then it’s
back to the
Needs of me and infidelity
And boredom and whatever
else
Masquerades as love.
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