I have romanticized fantasy and fantasized on loveless comedy
This isn’t what you thought it’d be
Love portrayed on movie screens screams surreal scenes you know you don’t believe
Cause the truth is harder, run farther
You’ll find the one true love found fought out of the ground of sacrilege and idol
While your love life idles
So you bridle expectations with romantic quotations but guess what
Hollywood isn’t done, feed fed fodder down your world undone
Cause she’s not “the one” you thought she would be
She is unable to wear the dress cut from the magazine
Masking a frantic dance, we’re scared senseless cause this isn’t what they promised
Promised? Questioned wanting more, what is more, we knock down the door
The authors, poets, songwrites, and directors direct us to the fantasy cause fantasy is better
The same lie the porn wants you to believe Hollywood has deceived
Us, and it’s just as dangerous, love is about us
Love is about us?
What are you looking for in a partner?
Shut up
Qualities are to the person what make up is the face
Love is not in someone else but decisions you make!
You don’t find love, you do it
Screw it to a worldview that fed me off bit till I was twenty
Well I’ve had plenty
Romance is a dance of sacrifice but sacrifice requires strife
To give our life to explore the flaws, you realize that masks fall off and people rust
Souls are soft and made of dust
So to expose ourselves
To make us known
Is dust under threat of being blown
Away
We play with harmless images we stay in quiet villages
Where domestic abuse didn’t originate in romantic decay
You want romance?
Slow dance in trances of fancy clothes
So close so close the door abhor idols
Unless those idols give us meaning
You really think this gives you meaning?
I did
I wanted romance
Slow dance in trances of fancy clothes
I fantasized romance until reality manifested stains of broken glass
I couldn’t look past
Passed up
I’ll pass
So the joke became crass it wasn’t until the cross that I stopped keeping it in glass
The cross!
You want romance!?
God dance in trenches of prostitution
Death with resolution of love
To death with the Dove
Though a world above, trenched through streets
With broken feet to find me
I was on the block
I wanted romance, so I slept around
I whored after what He abhors but He adores me
Blasphemy!
Romantic tragedy is bludgeoned senseless to pay my fee
Why but display what the movie screens don’t play
Cause it doesn’t pay to give it all away
Romance is the cross
Sacrifice and loss show us gloss isn’t love
The gloss-less death of God above
Shows us love is sacrifice