THIS USED TO BE A LOVE POEM

This used to be a love poem-

but the bulbs blew on the stars,

the moon got painted over

and someone pulled the plug on the sea.

This used to be a love poem –

but the love hearts burst like balloons,

the red roses all turned blue

and love’s young dream went senile.

This used to be a love poem –

but you took the magic with you

when you left,

leaving me with empty words.