Forget

Forget Cadbury,
Hallmark,
De Sade,
Brad Pitt
and Ahmed Ezz.

The calories,
corny lines,
sleazy eroticism,
chiseled chins
and the kissable lips.

Forget commercialism,
Forced emotions
And the pressure to give

The Dutch roses,
Marquise diamonds
and lingerie you’ll surely outlive

Forget construction paper,
stickers and glue.

The dusty scrapbook,
pictures and
the nostalgia that fills you

Forget the search,
the road to elderado
and Aphrodite’s spell

Forget stories of love
you might not live long enough
to concoct and tell

Forget the tantalizing,
shiney crap that Hollywood trys to sell

They’re nothing but fantasies
that from the shelves of reality fell.

So forget Cadbury,
hallmark,
de Sade,
brad Pitt
and Ahmed Ezz

You and I both know
that if love chose a home,
The Abyss of ur heart and soul is where its bound to exist.