Love is not just lust
Like a rose with admirers,
It's the face through the glass windows
And opening your door to strangers
It's the hand you want to hold
And the lips you want to seal
The one the sun kisses,
A perpetual ordeal
But what would I know of love?
Never sealed any lips
Or been sunkissed,
All I've taken are sips
Still I know I may have
The ability to deny,
The hollow of my heart
Which it has been from the start.
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PoetryThis collection of poems is for those that stay up at night, mind whirring with thoughts, those that fight to stay at the surface when reality drowns them. Finally, these poems are for me, for when reality drowns me, and I sink to the bottom of the...
