Romance is not dead,

It’s terrified

Of being used, abused

It’s strong desire

To run and hide

Feelings exist

Afraid of being sexist.

Afraid of being called a stalker

But, it’s alive

As a talker

Opening doors,

Knowing how to dance

These little things

Used to be romance

All these lonely people

Hoping to be believed

With their feelings for you

But, romantic’s not

How they’re perceived

No means no

Tell it as so

Stop worrying about

Hurting feelings

No means no

Accept it and go

If you don’t say no

Romance is left reeling

Reeling from words never said

But, romance

Is not dead.

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