Love Dropouts: A Poem
Yesterday a woman to die for with ease
now only boring a part of a boring day
that loving heart so eager to please
now hard, cold as if made of clay.
Like some romantic novel about eternal love
was their story with each glance and sigh
with cherubs rejoicing in heavens above
all turning now into a worn out lie.
What happens with hearts whimsical, unsure
to treat their love like some passing game
first seeing her as an irresistible lure
then only drop her with no shame.
Armed with a bunch of transparent excuses
to quiet their conscience, if they have one
they leave behind those painful bruises
and with cowardly heart they just run.
Waiting till the next victim-in-love appears
they spread their nets ready for romance
ready to cause some more of those tears
at the end of another short-lived trance.
But there is justice and it never fails
love dropouts can't find peace in heart
like criminals of love they rot in their jails
with loneliness and way too late to go smart.