Perfect love…Not!

I see them everyday,

I see them in the street.

These lovers looking happy,

As they sit on a loveseat.

Do they know they hurt me?

Can they feel my pain?

Do they feel the poison,

Throbbing round my brain?

They’re happy just to e together.

Just to see the others face.

Do they know I can’t have that?

So to avoid them I quicken my pace.

I run back home but I can’t escape them.

They’re everywhere I look.

I thought it seemed so sweet,

Like a fairy tale in a book.

But if you examine it closer,

You’ll see all is not as it seems.

Love is never perfect.

Not even in my dreams.