The Journal

When love goes away

It used to be our rhythm

It used to be our song

I changed the ruthless station

They played that awful song

...........................................

Sunny destinations

Weekends on white sand

Festive get-togethers

Relatives at hand

...........................................

When yellow turns to grey

And the blue skies go away

We lose our playful rhythm

We lose our will to play

..........................................

Those endless gruesome love songs

Takes over the airwaves

Affection turns arctic

When love goes away

- Thomas - © Nov 25, 2014