Love Meter

I screamed and damned the heavens, to stop this masquerade.

My heart cant take the bruising while mind games escapade.

You popped another daydream, reality slit the seams.

You say you hold the key that fits, so where are all our dreams?

Salesman, put away your silver tongue and grind your looking glass.

I'm searching for a solid ground, not castles that collapse.

I once thought our love would survive the sun, shine after stars burned out.

But, I've played the fool now long enough, your promise holds no clout.

You even asked me to be your bride, proffessed to me a ring, then telephoned instead.

Ha! just like a bird that's lost his wings ~ this fantasy is dead