Sunday, July 3, 2011

This Night Alone

I sleep with myself
Only the blankets near me
The night is lonely

No one loves anymore
Everyone is filled with lust
Romance is hook-ups

Flings and lap dances
These are the ways of the world
Ass and tits are “love”

Empathy is lost
Romance is a dead language
So I am alone

Yuck. Next time I do a haiku, remind me to do it differently. I am now infnitely more appreciative of the form.

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