This won't be another morbid interlude dotted with melancholy
It won't be another moment of reclusive escape to wallow in self-pity
No, what is life but a learning experience, and experience has been a good teacher
This will be a melancholic interlude, because love is pain, pain is life
Dotted colorfully with callous frivolity and emotional vacancy
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Incomplete thought
Your world seems a bit confused, with hews of unhappiness, sprinkled with moments of intense longing for the object of your unhappiness.
The function of your dysfunction seems to be solitude, a life of random lovers and disposable pleasures
No Tears
There will be no tears shed this time
This one was lost long before the last goodbye
No time for grieving as life marches on
No heart felt monologue, no curtain call
No bowed heads or wistful ado
There will be no tears shed this time
Just goodbye, this is the end
Nice to know you, have a good life
No sorrowful regrets, no farewell tryst
No one last drink, sealed with a kiss
No final embrace, no sight of your face
Just goodbye
There will be no tears shed this time
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