Too Many

 Too many love to hide,

 and say the other one lied,

 thus their emotions are fried,

 and love denied.

 They love the attention it brings.

 Oh the sad song they sing,

 of the slings,

 and arrows that others fling.

 Their weeping towel is never dry,

 because they love to cry,

 they need this emotional high,

 of the break up and saying Good Bye.

 Oh woe is me,

 is all they want you to see,

 While inside there was never a love to flee,

 just a groundless sympathy plea.

 It is amazing to watch this play,

 feeling to the final act one must stay.

 No need, for it will be acted out another day,

 with exactly the same words the actror will say.

 It has become quite boring,

 one day the heart soaring,

 or the past days of whoring,

 or the days of emotional waring.

 This play needs a re-write,

 one that adds something new to the pusedo fight,

 for life, love, maybe a totally new plight,

 for a change something real with less spite.

 ;-)

 Now I lay me down to sleep,

 I am bored and tired of hearing you weep.

 Into your life let happines seep,

 When you have something new, give us a peep.