I don't care what others say
they think that Love is like
to me its like a setting sun
yellowy, orangey, light
slowly, silently
melting away
behind horizon lines
sleeping
dreaming
throwing away
what we are inside
a scarf unraveled
a bone picked bare
a blossom without petals
a soundless song
a kiss thats wrong
my soft skin across your nettles
some think love is like a drug.
more like a disease.
picking at my insides
pressure. no release.
there's beauty in it somewhere
i just haven't gotten there
i guess that snow white bit the apple
before she could wake up
I guess that I'm
just wondering
how many bites it took.
Another fabu poem. I'm publishing yours and Rachel's into a book.
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