ANTIQUE
Love is no longer in style,
there's no more timeless love,
everything's to use and throw away.
Tuberculosis is no longer fashionable,
those chests full of so much love,
sickness is dreaded,
there are no more ladies,
ladies of the camellias.
No one boasts of love,
love from which blood flows.
It's no longer the age of poems,
everyone boasts of genius,
everyone thinks they're great,
so many say they write,
but there are no readers.
There are no love letters,
no missives are received,
in those empty mailboxes.
We're left cold,
frozen souls.
Everything is a substitute.
Everything is scary,
fear of living,
everything is nothing.
Everything passes,
in a rush,
quickly,
life,
demode.
Antiquated,
everything passes,
without mattering.
Love left,
and now it's strange,
something out of style.
Controlled passions,
everything is fleeting and futile,
everything is seeking pleasure,
everything is instantaneous.
Everything makes us languish,
love has faded.
Ephemeral feelings,
where nothing lasts long,
and something better is always sought.
Nothing is ever enough to live,
that love that is never from novels,
only replicas of true love,
eternal love is not wanted,
that love without an expiration date.
Everything is so fast,
so immediate,
it lasted nothing
nor is it expected.
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