A glass of cheap vodka tastes just like depression - <br />It hurts to be sober tonight. <br />The mirror reflects such a hideous expression <br />That I promptly turn off the light. <br />Some porno, then casual sex with my hand... <br />Oh damn! This is something I shouldn't have said. <br />Why don't you believe that I need no boyfriend - <br />No problems, no worries, no tears, no regret? <br /> <br />Romance is dead, <br />And so am I, <br />I can't forget <br />My perfect lie. <br />I still recall <br />The times we had. <br />Oh well, that's all. <br />Romance is dead. <br /> <br />I can't fall asleep, so I get on the net, <br />Where I claim to be an online super-wh-, <br />I find guys like you just to make them all fret, <br />My tease makes them want me, but they can't get more <br />Than flirt for some minutes, some sexual tension <br />And then disconnect. Their muse disappears. <br />I've had a good time with these cruel intentions - <br />Enough for today. See you later, my dear. <br /> <br />Romance is dead, <br />And so am I, <br />I can't forget <br />My perfect lie. <br />I still recall <br />The times we had. <br />Oh well, that's all. <br />Romance is dead. <br />Romance is dead! <br /> <br />You say it is stupid, it doesn't make sense, <br />But you are the first to have buried romance.<br /><br />April Avalon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/romance-is-dead-2/
