Love’s Requiem, etc.

And thus the love ends.
So sweet, so tender its youth.
Snuffed out, still a child.

I want to feel love,
Set my world aside for him,
But he exists not.

Melancholy me:
This is not my normal self.
But tomorrow, sun.

Haikus are succinct,
Piercing, insightful, and short;
They open my mind.

See?  My spirits rise.
Screw the fantasy of love.
Erotica reigns.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s