Is love...a show?

This poem shows how sometimes, we overlook romance and it becomes a pointless charade.

A sweet hug and romantic kiss

showed how he wanted me back.

At first I blurted out relief,

that i no longer had to play hard to get,

but now my heart's clouded with regret.

Why on earth did I play 

with the strings of his heart,

only to drop them,

so that they would tear part.

After playing with these strings,

my fingers are worn out,

and the curtains closed.

Just like this,

is love a show?

Reviews

[Kia-chan!]

Is love a show? Who knows. Anyways, you have a very unique style of writing. I really like this poem :)