Lifeless body carrying a heavy emotion
Isn't it ironic how deep was the devotion?
She gave it all and sat still
The love was just like a religion

She claimed to lose the crown
And ran all the way down
To find peace and silence
Where there is a tomb of a clown

The clown who locked up her emotion
And injected her a smile potion
She stood still with a smile
'cause the love was just like a religion

How much fake is the world?
Is that what she wanted to hold?
Just a fake beam and that's it
And then she radiates like a gold

All the bodies around are in motion
And she's still but not frozen
A smile potion is what you need
To turn that ruthless love into religion

Yes the love was just like a religion.

~RM

#lovepoetry #heartbreak

© RM