love
there is no sense
in love
love breaks
all the rules
love is designed for fools
who never went to Love School
a fool for love I am
a princess I can be
and Knights turn into nights,
dark
lonely
and melancholy
dreams of what could have been
if only love made sense
and I had attended
all
those
classes
and learned my lessons
(instead of drinking coffee at Starbucks)
and dreaming of Knights in shining armor
~sigh~
and going to chick flicks
with sappy-happy love-endings
then maybe I could understand,
have a well developed
love sense
instead of well-developed boobs…
it’s late, I ramble foolishly
why couldn’t hearts come with instruction manuals
by now, with all my experience,
I should be a sleek and sexy operating machine
so why can’t I seem to find the one?
Lynda Filler 