If someone told you the cure to broken dreams
Was to reach into the center of the earth and pull out a gob of dreadfully hot magma
Would you do it?
I would
After letting myself drift in a stagnant state
I felt someone grab my shoulder and ask, "would you go to dinner with me?"
And in that moment I didn't just grab the magma
I jumped in
And that heated gooey mass of dripping elements of earth was bearable
I felt like I would burst but it was okay
That's how my love feels.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
