I hate romance, and what needs it creates...
Ho ho ho, in presents expectation..
And the grievance gift, it bears in parcels..
Only to have been seen, after acceptance..
Before indulgence, we were whole..
Need not, want not, desire not..
We were with peace; of some sort..
Pieces, pieced together and sufficiently full..
In half full cups, content are those who know not desire..
A child's innocence, in absent need for what craves..
We have in need of, in romance indulgence..
The poor will survive, on what starves the rich..
A dollar a day, now that's a blessing..
Waste not, want not, desire not..
Crave not, for the riches needs..
What was the start;..
Oh yea, I hate romance..
And what needs it craves..
And now I crave for indulgence..
While once I knew not, need not..
Before addiction's holes were left in me..
Oh yea I hate romance ..
And the emptiness hunger..
Of emotional feed it craves..
But for the feed of companion love..
I so adore, desire in, indulgence..
Like the feel of high, romance high..