The Dark Romantic

The Dark Romantic

Bleeding hearts,
Torn Valentine's cards,
Scattered on the dresser.
No blind devotion,
No weak emotion,
Because this way is just better.

Pen and ink,
Left by the sink,
Writing poems in the dark.
No fanciful demands,
No lover to link arms;
Just a cold and empty heart.

But behind the smirk,
And sarcastic laugh,
Lives a man,
With a broken heart.
Nobody seems to look twice,
So this lonliness must suffice,
Until one day he finds love.

Mahogany tables,
He wasn't able,
To clear away her things.
He sleeps in the sunlight,
Wakes up at night,
And takes what the darkness brings.

But behind the smirk,
And sarcastic laugh,
Lives a man,
With a broken heart.
Nobody seems to look twice,
So this lonliness must suffice,
Until one day he finds love.

He'll fool the world,
Until he grows old,
That he was always bitter,
Solitary and cold.
But he had his heart,
Torn up in two,
So he caged up his feelings,
And bid them adieu.

But behind the smirk,
And sarcastic laugh,
Lives a man,
With a broken heart.
Nobody seems to look twice,
So this lonliness must suffice,
Until one day he finds love.