Something Lovely
In love, I feel the thrill
But pain consumes the will
To fight fair
Something lovely
Is no more
In life, we fail to hope
Ill fortune leaves us choked she/he/ you/ time
Withered; aloof
Something lovely
Is no fun
In time, she learns to lug
A scarred heart, a new drug
a former love
Something lovely
Is no more
In search, of some new love
Patterns emerge, free of
Past loves; and
Something lovely
Cannot love
In truth, love is constant
Action required, absent
Of games where
Something lovely
Is still loved.
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