EMPTY( Orchestra )

Love, is just
a karaoke.

You think you know
the words

(until you sing along)

and find you only know

half a chorus or maybe a  word or two

and you...try to bluff your way through.

Not too sure
how it goes

you sing high when
it sings lows

(and vice versa)

and at half ****** past
12 o’ clock

when they’re trying
to shut the ****** thing
down

you stand there
(defiantly alone)

with a gin and bitter lemon in the one hand
and a burnt out *** in the other

(running mascara
making you look

more like a panda
than a living doll)

and croak
harshly hoarsely

out of tune

&

out of time

I WILL SURVIVE

& crying.

Crying.

It’s alright, darlin’

We’ve

all been there

...sometime.

*

Dearest friend loves right *******…much ado about something! Love has blinded her to the all too obvious facts….when he starts hitting her…we beg and beg her to leave but….love alas is blind. And she is plunged into a love that is hateful. Took her two years to come to her senses….I watched her in the spotlight singing GG one night but all to no avail. All I could do is cry for her and try to make sure she got home that night. It was like being tortured having to watch this abuse in the name of love.
And karaoke (カラオケ?, bimoraic clipped compound of Japanese kara 空 "empty" and ōkesutora オーケストラ "orchestra") (/ˌkæriˈoʊki/ or /ˌkærəˈoʊki/; Japanese: [kaɽaoke]