He plays love


He writes the sweetest love lines
upon each perfect paper
He sits at his table with a glare
from the screen he hides behind
as a daily routine

As you descend upon the stairs
The sound of the clicking mouse
and cruelty of words
resonate from his mouth
into the living room air

He speaks of discontent
accusing you of all his insecurities
As you wait and wonder
Where the love poet
disappeared to
As you stop at his feet and stare

Living in your cyberspace world
One can be most anything
A romantic poet
Capturing the hearts of girls

When faced with real life
on the outside of your internet page
You glance all around
readying for wars to wage

Past hurts, crack on your heart
dents in your soul
Your glass half empty
The lives you (touched) altered
have taken it’s toll

With so many broken hearts
left upon your trail
It is time to stop the sabotage
and the self betrayal

Living real life on the outside world
following the dirt lined path
living a life of a loners existence
should be what you seek
instead of the quest to be
“A gentle man”



05/16/10
carolann