Poem from Feelings Collection

The Death of a Romance

I know this romance is dead
I cannot seem to bury it just yet
I keep reflecting back to when it was alive and full of life

Trying to figure out what were the symptoms
And if treating it with life supporting equipment
Would it have lengthened

When all the vital signs are gone
The caring, caressing and love thoughts in action

It's a true sign that artificial simulation
Will not keep this romance a main attraction
When something is artificial and simulated
No one really gets any satisfaction


When a conversation becomes
Too few words

When a hello becomes
A whisper

When a touch becomes
As light as a feather

When a stare becomes
Only a glance

It's a true sign the romance
Does not stand a chance

Bury it, and bury it deep
It's truly the death of a romance
Because the hearts no longer beat