Classic Heart-Breaking Bitches

Well, you started off

You were flying in the air,

Drunk without a care,

On the love of somebody out there

And your heart did pound

Every time you'd hear the sound

Of your true love queened and crowned

And the flowers were smelling like heaven

There were walks in the park,

There were kisses in the dark,

And proverbial sparks

That always precede failure

And your heart did fly

And your soul was telling lies

And you never asked why,

This couldn't all last

Forever

And there were

Granted wishes and heartbreaking bitches

And a world too inanimate to grab you by your britches and say

That you don't ever want to be in love

Again.

There were days in the sand.

We just kissed and held hands,

Dreamed utopic foreign lands

Where we'd live together

Forever

And time was a blur,

Punctuated with a stir,

It was always cause of her,

And always was never enough

You started thinking about

All the times you've spent without,

It begets a seed of doubt,

In the clockwork peach in your soul

And your memories bleed

And your pulse is gaining speed.

All these thoughts are a disease

And poetry's one of the flesh

And there were

Granted wishes and heartbreaking bitches

And a world too inanimate to grab you by your britches and say

That you don't ever want to be in love

Again.

Now the world seems strange.

All your thoughts are rearranged

And you're feeling quite estranged --

Oh, I hate remembering vacation.

Now you're distorting pictures

And dislodging fixtures,

And creating mixtures of truth

And reality

And your heart's palpitating

As your world's disintegrating,

You begin to start hating

The things that make life

Life.

But every time you dream of better,

All you end up getting is worse

And the ability to truly see the changes in your life could be the ultimate encompassing curse

But intrinsically humanity cannot end on such tragedy

So here it is: the silvery verse that I must sing

That there are prom night dresses

And fairytale princesses

And a world too inanimate to openly confess all its sins…

Love's the...