Dont play with Virtual Love
They´re just like all other kinds off love,
Triggering the same sorrows, the same pains
Of those loves we label plain
Virtual love hurt more
For blankets are never shared
Kisses and never spared
Nor carnal outburets are called for.
Still, when this love is gone
Days lose joy and tone
A wreckaje in the word is done.
And loneliness como to routine,
Crayng over a frail love that as seen,
Only at the slin and transparent screen
They´re just like all other kinds off love,
Triggering the same sorrows, the same pains
Of those loves we label plain
Virtual love hurt more
For blankets are never shared
Kisses and never spared
Nor carnal outburets are called for.
Still, when this love is gone
Days lose joy and tone
A wreckaje in the word is done.
And loneliness como to routine,
Crayng over a frail love that as seen,
Only at the slin and transparent screen
