Behind the curtains of our love
My relationship is breaking apart,
as my current lover is hard to be with.
His traits are as rare as an old dragon’s tale myth,
which is testing my old fragile heart.
He is stunning, just like a walking Ken doll,
with a perfectly sculptured physique, that is lifeless.
Wordless dialogues should not be mistaken for shyness,
and offensive manners are his downfall.
What is holding us together as lovers?
On the rare occasions we exchange words,
I can recall all our conversations.
His mind is a palette of rainbow colours,
that makes him the black sheep in a herd.
Yet this marriage is still heading for damnation.