Fragmented Love

You are to me as tragic as a Shakespeare play, 

Poison to my fairy tales.

The sandman sprinkles images of better times in gray,

Reality of life always fails.

 

To think is to relive torture,

Ripping a heart in two.

You and I lived two cultures,

Two ideals created anew.

 

Need flows like a volcanic eruption,

Turning away to no avail.

To give in is grounds of corruption,

Better to put our hearts on sale.

 

God messed with destiny,

Turning life into a mockery.

A severe penalty,

Like committing a robbery.

 

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