we listened to sad love songswrote miles of forbidden romancesprayed to have our heart broken by you-know-whobecause we were told to thinktragedy is beautifulthen it happenedand you romanticizedbullets flying through the airslit wristslosing your mindraw throatspiles of laundrylife willingly spent in a prison of aluminum foilfor the ones you lovedbut i learned that tragedy?tragedy sucks ass
When I was youngI used to say:Romance will come riding byAnd I shall surely smileAnd play with him awhile.When I grew olderthen I said:Romance may come riding byI wonder shall I smileAnd play with him awhile?But now—Alas! I only say:Romance ever will come byAnd I shall never smileHe has been dead the while!
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