Tales of love
Lovers of a past
Shall we one day find again
Love as such?
Shall we someday pride on sans pain
Be giddy in spirit, with the littlest touch?
We retired lovers, with unfinished business
With tales of love that left open wounds…
Of love from a past…
Oh! Of the ones that got away…
Of the FIRST TIME lovers turned MAD HATTERS
The naive ones, with little to say…
The passionate ones, who begged ATTENTION
the givers …THE T A K E R S.
The BOLD and the timid
The experienced, the fresh meat…
Lovers, complete OPPOSITES
We sit D A Z E D , after the roller-coaster ride…
Our eyes drain out tears, while our hearts THUNDER!
Rekindling, rebounding…No, NO. Heartache stays resounding.
R e t i r e d LOVERS, we are now.
Tales of love, lovers of a past
Constantly chased by phantoms.
The lovers who once had our hearts.