Are you still clutching your Molotov Cocktail

 

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Are you still clutching your Molotov Cocktail 

(A lone voice whispers)

Could the sorrowful echoes in empty minds

Mean it's time to remind lost souls

To carefully unwind

And revisit cherished times

When love was once so kind 

When Mother Moon dropped such a captivating warm smile

As long as a nautical blue mile

Is it then they will know

Not to wait another second or a short while

Never to put Real Love on trial

But simply to embrace it and accept all it brings

Whatever your lifestyle

For real love has never always been for sale 

Even for the brave willing to pay the hard price

For a taste of a forbidden paradise

Some say she comes like a cunning lone thief in the darkest of nights

Just wanting new souls to sit with and gleefully watch new scripts play out

New stories filled with happiness

Sadness or even blackmail

For 

Fake love

Cheap love 

Bad love

Hard love 

Quick love

Every love but never true love

Some whisper and whistle

Has always been for sale

For finding true love is like clutching a Molotov cocktail

In a fast-flowing gale 

And trying to keep it lit

Some say it doesn't exist, and it's just an old wives tale

But trust me 

When you've been burnt by that Molotov cocktail

You'll clutch on to it 

With all your strength

Until your coffin receives

Its last stainless-steel nail

Copyright John Duffy