Love remains

I'm bored with love
and it's passionless limps
that drape over my bed
in a lathergic state of impotence
while wearing the same broken heart
my soul picked up hitchiking
off highway serendipity.
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two by fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone.
Poetic  vows cliched into nothingess
like all words do eventually,
and we allowed 
our bodies to become
another pair of hollow shadows
that make to a wall
instead of each other.
And we wonder why
roses are dying.

Luna~