Rebecca K.
You're broke without love (we were the consolation prize)
The soulmate is a construct
Like good luck and bad luck
As consolation prized
We found us, well disguised
That we failed at the game
To catch feelings, in vain
Our picket fence sign
Said „I’ll be yours, you’ll be mine“
The people said we were fate
It made us realize too late
How it messed with our head
Turned us desperate instead
That we just couldn’t find
it, starting to mind
To be puppets, somehow
We got lonely, so now
Mute we lie on the floor
Instead of lying some more
Cheeks are wet but from rain
As we shatter in pain
It’s their fake golden frame
And the people we blame
Since they preach from above:
You’re broke without love.
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