The Hopeless Romantic

Posted by William on 25. Jan 2012

A small cell illuminated by a window.

Night framed in a cold wooden frame.

The stars are aligned, the moon is emptying.

A night painted for romance, but I am alone.

A small wooden radio plays on the shelf.

Old love songs echo in its empty chassis.

I never knew the tunes syncopated with my heart.

Heartbreak, loneliness resonated in my empty chassis.

A pen rests upon an empty page; a relationship inactive.

Imagination binds the two; the hand to draw the two.

Smiles are written, hands are held; experiences yet to exist.

Stories are fine. For me, stories are fine.

A single mattress with white sheets and pillow.

The only white in the room, the moon the only white in the sky.

Sleep is all I can do, dream is all I can do.

Love is only something to think about.

Love is only something to dream about.


  • ❤Pinkbubble❤

    there there~~ Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur, happy kitty, sleepy kitty,pur pur pur~~

    25 January 2012
  • Leaffeel

    Love is just something to think about ...

    11 February 2012
  • joe

    Love is something to share and to feel

    11 February 2012
  • Jérémie (jayjay)


    12 February 2012

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