Romanticism Is Dead
Romantic notions tread upon
By dancing feet not my own.
Now that the night has gone,
And I lie here feeling so alone,
It hurts to think back and see
What I wanted was unlike
What actually came to be.
The realization was a spike
Of a quite depressing thought,
And I guess I should have been
Ready to lose what I sought,
But such an idea was unseen.
So damn you, precious optimism,
For leaving me disappointed.
And damn you too, romanticism,
For making me hope.
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