• I am bored with love
    and it's passionless limbs
    that drape over my bed
    in a lethargic state of impotence
    while wearing the same red heart
    my soul picked up hitchhiking
    off highway serendipity

    Now here we are
    alone in togetherness
    trying to build dreams
    with two by fours and glue,
    but even a home
    won't tie us together
    when our hearts live alone

    Poetic vows cliched
    into nothingness
    like all words do, eventually
    and we allowed
    our bodies to become
    another pair of hollow shadows
    that make love to a wall
    instead of each other
    and we wonder why
    the roses are dying