My Love Life, the Cliche

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A bittersweet look on love.

Submitted: September 24, 2006

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Romance is stale. It’s a terrible taste

I’ve never been satisfied with.

Viewed love only as a chance that I sleep to each night.

In a bed, after a drunken evening.

Buys into an illusion, a delight,

It’s a paradise that’s fresh. The taste

Of mango, it’s reassuringly wonderful

On a beach, in the Virgin Islands.

Well, I’ve been to paradise with the one I think I love

And each night we rolled over, to cold shoulders.

Too many ideas related through one sense

Like a kid, tasting candy at the candy store.

We’ve forced too many emotions.

Wanting to believe in too many precious feelings.

Searching, and tasting, and trying around.

What my reality only tells me, that love itself is a cliché.


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