LOL @ “Love”

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I wish you well,

My fellow ladies,

And may you forever steer clear,

Of the ones who are crazy.

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It does not exist,

At least,

Not in the genre,

For which we all hope and pray.

 

It’s fictional,

And I am not being stereotypical,

But it’s simple fact,

It exists abundantly in other forms,

But that one,

Produces toxic storms in swarms.

 

I wonder why this is so?

Why we let bliss turn into,

Row after row?

I’d almost rather,

Never have had it at all,

Than go through,

The predestined fall.

 

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First you think you’ve found it,

Seems to you,

You’ve found a perfect fit,

Then the storms start to brew,

And someone changes their view,

Before you know it,

You’re back to just you.

 

Now here you are,

Should you try again?

Yes,

You’ve decided,

But the sweet wears off,

And again one takes off,

Like a shot.

 

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It’s a joke,

A waste of time,

And that’s the commodity most precious,

So why do we waste it,

On something fictitious?

 

I’ve made a list,

Weighed pros and cons,

Seems the emotional investment,

Is not even close to worth it,

The most you can hope for,

Is staying a tad bit detached,

So when the time comes,

You can walk out the door,

Without being dragged down,

Left to live depressed and sore.

 

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I see your smirk,

But you will see,

It will not work,

He will turn face,

And be a mighty jerk,

Once again,

You’ll need to begin anew,

Because of what,

He’ll put you through.

 

 

This I Promise

I may get old,

But I won’t get fat,

You couldn’t pay me enough,

To get like that.

 

I may get old,

But I won’t act my age,

I’ll let my true colors show,

Wherever I go.

 

I may get old,

But I won’t get lazy,

Although I may be,

The one the neighbors call crazy.

 

I may get old,

But I won’t get frail,

I’ll be tough enough to hold up,

Through a raging gale.

 

I may get old,

But I won’t lose it all,

I haven’t worked my whole life,

Just to have a downfall.

 

I may get old,

But I won’t be forgetful,

My memories will be right there,

Behind my temples.

 

I may get old,

But I won’t go grey,

I’ll do myself up pretty,

‘Til my dying day.

 

I may get old,

But I won’t be a nag,

I’ll let the younger generations,

Do whatever makes their tails wag.

 

I may get old,

But I won’t turn into a recluse,

Everyone will know of me,

Like a child knows of Mother Goose.

 

I may be old,

But I won’t be feeble,

I’ll still drive around,

In a big diesel.

 

I may get old,

But I won’t change my mind,

There’s a reason that one,

Became a favorite of mine.

 

I may get old,

But I won’t give up,

I’ll still be here,

Livin’ it up.