Cliche Date: Friday, 5th November 2010 @ 02:32:16 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: UNORTHODOX I have no compassion, for hearts that cry; over love, which never was; but a clever disguise, a blatant line, to sweep you off your feet, time after time, a fool's monopoly I hear your story, on sorrow's bed, Munchausin by Proxy; the parallel, tales of broken hearts, and disenchanted dreams; a hopeless romantic; disconsolate beings No pity should be spent on disillusionment, in a society; where morals quake, on shaky ground, it's plain to see, your love,was but a cliche. This poem is Copyright © UNORTHODOX Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=163057