SLIR poetry: Broken fashion

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Broken fashions

 

 

Fashions change

In a week it will range

One thing lost its passion

When love became a broken fashion

 

 

Now love is…..

So last week

Cause at its peek

It got weak

The drop was steep

It took a leap

It couldn’t compete

With thoughts that seep

No ones that deep

It couldn’t keep

So it got the reap

 

 

Love pretty much died

No one cried

No on tried

To stop its deprived

Wide eyed

Lower side

Death slide

Then sent it byed

Without a guide

Its death was sized

Magnified

So people realized

It had died

 

 

Love did so well

But trends got the kill

They mopped up the spill

New things came still

 

Blocked it out

Crushed it stout

Never to shout

Straight out

No doubt

What’s this all about?

 

 

Broken fashion

Dead passion

Mind stashin’

Other cash ins

Goes dashin’

Forges bashed in

Hearts smashed in

Gets things by lashin’

Out, making gashes

By slashes

Loves a broken fashion!

 

 

It’s all dead

Never to return

Did you listen?

Or just find more trends to burn

 

 

Sad it is

Love, joy, and all our old passions

All they are now

Are broken fashions