So you’ve come
With a promise
And a painting
Only to make me smile.
But this is not a love song,
I’m too old at heart
To write any love songs:
I’ve seen planes
And people
Crashing into walls;
I’ve seen cigarettes
Being put out on skin,
Flesh
And blood.
I’ve seen humanity
Extinguished by war.
I’ve seen pain
In shiny smiles.
So no,
Here’s not a place
To write any love song.
