Status quo


the way you’ve been painted, those eyes
make me come alive
I need a change of time
because I’m so unsatisfied
this love too modern, too old
let me kiss your painting, my dear
it implies some type of reciprocity
I’m so unsatisfied with his love
you’re nothing more than a status quo
this love is too old
and you’re way too young
forever young on your wall

the way you’re laughing
makes me crack a smile
the way you’re moving…
makes you all that I desire
the way you’ve been painted
how sinister and how correct…
makes you all that I require

let me listen to your silent screams of pleasure
I won’t stop because it hurts
you’re no longer my little dearest treasure
I will brush off all the dirt
you on your little painting, gone
I’m painting and I won’t stop until I’m done

Love’s Requiem ©