The Ink of my Heart

What is love?

I'm back My Minions!

This was also in my story which I once again, I urge you to read it, its not all that bad, HEY! I'm learning how to be modest! Wooohoooo *pumps fist in the air like a retarded belly dancer ... Wait... Belly dancers don't pump their fists in the air...*

What you will read below, is different from the other poems that I have posted, I call it a poem but apparently its not! Yeah, it shocked me too *sigh*

Xxx

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♡ What is love?-

Love... A state, an emotion, a feeling that thousands if not millions have tried to fathom into mere words but have failed miserably into inking the four lettered word because love is a state meant to be experienced, a feeling meant to be felt. It's meant to break through the limits we set for ourselves and be free from the chains that imprison our hearts into pure isolation. 

It's meant to breathe new life into our souls and to echo hope into lost fairy tales and tales of our ancestors.  

Love is when burning desire and the coolness of pleasure meet. Love is when you have lightning flashing in your eyes with power so strong that you could split the earth under your feet Love is fire in your soul igniting flames of desire and steel coursing through our veins because pure, untainted, raw love makes you feel invincible... 

Love is blind because true beauty is not of the body but it is the character of the souls. Love hurts because every addiction has a downfall but soon you're addicted to the pain that love emits. Love is when the butterflies no longer flutter but they sting. Love is desire that's bone deep and all you long for it to see your beloved content... 

True love is selfless and doesn't need to be returned. Love is innocent lust, craving his smile, his satisfaction, his approval. Love is true but in reality, love has hurdles because every beautiful rose has thorns... 

Love is extraordinary and makes the day to day shit life throws out seem like a drop of rain in the first storm of the drought because as long as we have air swirling in our lungs and blood coursing our veins, we're all thirsty to be quenched with heaven's drop of the drug called love...

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I hope you enjoyed it!

If not, its okay! You don't need to cry! I won't bite your head off, take off one strand of hair at a time, feed your eyeballs to the hyenas in my back yard and the rest of your head to the sharks in my pool.

Really, you shouldn't feel threatened, I'm completely safe, except when I'm lying about being completely safe, which is, if I do my math properly... Always! :D