Synthetic

If there is a price tag It’s not real love It’s just masquerading as it

Living Fantasy

I kiss your sleep warm skin With feather- light lips

I can’t lose you Clinging on and on

Be my honey bee And I’ll be

My hands have been Empty, lonesome

I could feel His smile

Our story was cursed From the very beginning

I don’t want a romance for the ages I just want

The ring you gave her Is gaudy and sits

Feather light touch On the back of my hand