The Hopeless Romantic

Where is the hope for the hopeless romantic?

Dreaming about love without grasping the semantics

Frantically searching for something that’s not filled with antics.

Something that won't send her fragile heart into a panic,

Though she steadily grows manic cause Man gets what he wants…

But when is it her turn?

She's lived to learn that love is loss,

But yet her heart yearns.

What love she gains

Still comes with pain,

So, when will the tides turn?

Maybe the imperishable passion she’s pursuing no longer lives?

Maybe it lies in eternal rest in the company of chivalry and common decency.

Because it seems to me that, as of recently,

There’s a vacancy where Man's heart is meant to be.

Treating love as fiction,

Selling fantasies of love when,

In reality,

She’s about to become another casualty of cupid's mischief.

Let down by another man she couldn’t count on to do anything but chase skirts and count bodies,

But in her heart,

A temple defiled by false intentions,

Lies the true tragedy.

Because the broken heart heals so slow

So solo she flies until she finds what she’s seeking

And she doesn’t want to be alone,

But she’d rather that than another man hitting her phone uttering the same sweet nothings.

So, the Hopeless Romantic

Becomes the Cautious Skeptic.

Afraid of falling for another false prophet of love,

She leaves little leeway for heartbreak to have its way with her again.