Feelings Are a DistractionA Poem by Sweet & Tender HooliganThis is how it ain't, this is how it will always be. My heart for your eyes. My life, for what? Picture is of Picasso's The Actor.Take my heart that I gave to you. Tears used to be wiped away by you, Now all they do is fall for the pain you give. Love is the love of what isn't and yet this is all it'll ever be. I'm not a prince to be held, nor armour to hold you safe. Destroyed by love. Stood in the middle of the road since birth. Pining for what will never be, ambition never came to my christening. Watching black and white French movies. It seems my mind is freeze framed Close up my heart is broken, far away its apparent all love as fled this picture. I'm not a work of art to be adored, nor a masterpiece to be adourned. Feelings are just a distraction for staged truth in a adaptation of normality. Curtain falls, only to be pulled apart and killed several times over like a child's toy. All things break, put back together to break again. True feelings are left unsaid. Crashed into it we get through it. Heaven on earth soon becomes hell. It's just what lovers of life do. Been better, been worse. Phone rings, post arrives, knock at the door Boy with the china heart, stops beating even though it can't possibly be you. Rain keeps coming, till our hearts stop, lost inside then it starts all over. Sun takes my life away more and more each day because I have no tears left. It's just what love does to our lives.
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StatsAuthorSweet & Tender HooliganNewport, South Wales, United KingdomAboutI'm Russell from Wales. I've been writing for many years. Writing is important to me and its my only reason for being on this site. I like to take my time on my poems and I hope to keep learning an.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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