Statue of Glass

there was no goodbye
or even farewell
just 'that's it?'
and 'that's it'

so much love within
but it couldn't go to just anyone
so nobody's love could get in
how come she would never notice
when the only thing she got
was just tenderness and attention

there was indeed some passion though
which was strong enough to maskerade
misfeelings and winter nights were hot
and flesh and sweat and pleasant moans
and company was so intense it really felt
like the whole world had only ba supportive role

but you know what's funny?
after a while one forgets he's playing a role
one forgets what is stored in the attic
one becomes a reflection of what once was
it has shape but is shallow
one becomes a statue of glass

poor young man who's looking around
for the great love of his life
don't you know little brother
if you look to hard you ain't gonna find
feelings are not canned beans
feelings are fresh fruit green/then juicy

but perishable

but he was an ikea shop
exhibition kitchen set up
was fruits good to see
and of no use