Picture Perfect Romance

A picture perfect romance, hung on someone else’s wall,
With the couple’s gaze intent, seeming nothing’s wrong at all,
She sees lovers in his dreaming, he sees sparkles in her eyes,
And they swear that they’ll continue, even after one might die.

A picture perfect romance, captured always, captured still,
Captured: faraway observers, who think love can stop the kill,
They see as they talk intently, read reactions in their eyes,
What they’re seeing seems like clockwork, this perception is a lie.

The picture perfect romance, moves in shadows,
Behind the frame, somehow this old perfect romance,
Lost itself in all the fame.Somehow old cliché responses,
Overtook heart felt replies, dream inspiring old romances,
Overtook by broken sighs.

She locks away all her emotion, into silence does she fall,
He observes her strange reaction, and he asks her why she’d stall,
Why she’d leave him hanging loosely, on a web that’s not his fault,
And she fights through with excuses, preserving, always sprinkling salt.

My famous perfect romance, what are you behind closed doors?
All tradition, roses, compliments collapsing on the floor.
Oh picture perfect romance, you’re what they aspire to be,
Somehow the strict romance longs for swirling movement: free.

Oh dreamy perfect princess, with polite and perfect prince,
He puts his hand upon your dress, and together you will dance,
Faking smiles yet feeling fires, of a passion deeply hid,
Feeling scary new desires, under heavy weighing lid.

Picture perfect romance,
Falls in shreds down from the frame,
Clockwork, ever spinning dance,
Putting every name to shame,
Fluttering is the romance,
Crinkled, wrinkled, on the floor,
Picture perfect romance,
Not so perfect anymore.