A World Without Love

patdolan83 • 367 followers

Imagining a world
Where love and lust don't exist
No more heartbroken souls
Taking blades to their wrists

No more adulterous husbands
Or moonlighting wives
No more crimes of a passion
Destroying each others lives

Imagining a world
Without using ones heart
No more Rembrandt or Picasso
Or their beautiful art

No more lyrics of amore
No more White, Gaye or "The Boss"
No more audible beauty
Like the dulcet tones of Vandross

No more Byron or Auden
Or William Shakespeare
No more inspiration or muses
If love or lust isn't there

#emotional-exploration #general #poetry #social-commentary

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