LUCY GRAHAM

ROMANCE.I.P

 

Capturing life still
with every stroke I choke
the ink in my pen bleeds, oh hell a plead
romance is dead, that’s what they said
love notes in envelopes
wax seals and squeals
love and passion a forgotten fashion


I escape to a world of art
where romance is alive and there I strive
expressing through creation
where we ignite as a nation
no frustration just embracing

I wear my frills for thrills
Covered In paint, loves so faint
I count ever draped sequin in despair
gasping for fresh air
Waiting for him to fit me like a tailored suit
I won’t be mute,
I will put it in a love letter, that will make me feel better.