Love is only some sense <br />Of the absence of sense, <br />It invades our lives <br />When we have other plans. <br />It devours your days, <br />Then it eats you inside, <br />It erases your face, <br />But you don't really mind. <br />It is gradually making you blind! <br /> <br />October is counting time <br />And turning to dust all the letters, <br />The words that I once liked to rhyme, <br />The diaries. It doesn't matter. <br />Yes, it doesn't matter. I'm fine. <br /> <br />Love is only a book <br />For illiterate masses <br />And a few stupid deaths <br />Due to hopeless romances. <br />It's a right to create, <br />With no chances to find, <br />It's the same old damned myth, <br />Just of some other kind. <br />It is gradually making you blind! <br /> <br />October is counting time <br />And turning to dust all the letters, <br />The words that I once liked to rhyme, <br />The diaries. It doesn't matter. <br />Yes, it doesn't matter. I'm fine. <br />I'm fine.<br /><br />April Avalon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-fine/
