Romance is Dead

Romance is Dead

 When we were young,

We would stroll along the riverbank,

As the sunset caught the clouds,

And you’d hold my hand,

You’d tell me that you loved me,

That every day without me was a day wasted,

And I’d believe you.

 

When we were young,

We sat on that old rusted park bench,

And you gave me the reddest of roses,

You told me that it reminded you of me,

The petals were my lips, dark and soft,

And you’d tell me that you loved me,

And I’d believe you.

 

When we were young,

We stared up into the sky,

And told each other we would grow old,

Holding each other’s hand,

That we’d let our hearts rule our heads,

And you’d tell me you loved me,

And I’d believe you.

 

But when we were young,

And the clouds were turning grey,

We turned away from promises,

And that rose began to wilt,

Like our so called ever-lasting love,

That crumbled and blew away.

 

You told me that you loved me,

And I believed you.

 

Xx Banana xX

 

The End

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