Monochrome Melancholy: Love's Lost Weekend

In the neon-lit haze of '90s nights,
A womanizer danced through fleeting delights.
Weekend thrills, a carousel of sin,
His heart untamed, no walls within.

In shadows, he met a girl so rare,
Black and white world, she stood out, a flare.
Love's illusion, a game he'd won,
But she held a power, a loaded gun.

Her eyes, a storm of monochrome grace,
Entrapped his soul in a cold embrace.
He, the hunter, now captured prey,
She danced away, love's cruel ballet.

A cassette played their symphony,
Heartbreak's melody, a bitter decree.
She vanished like echoes of vinyl spun,
Leaving him shattered, undone.

Through the grayscale lens of regret,
He glimpsed love's silhouette.
But the girl, a ghost of memory,
Left him stranded in a loveless sea.

In the '90s shadows, he roamed alone,
A heart once vibrant, now turned to stone.
The womanizer's anthem, a melancholy blend,
A tale of lost love that refused to mend.

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