Not too long ago in my memory,
We were in English class, my class and me.
The missus passed around a paper and pen,
And told us to write in a word what we thought of love then.
I was the last to write my thought down,
So I had a chance to see what the others had found.
The list seemed shocking,
As though they were joking,
It said that love was:
Fake
Ugly
Stupid
Non-existent
Annoying
Disruptive
Messy
Haunting
Useless
Meaningless
Surreal
Part-of-your-imagination
Merciless
Unjustifiable
Torture
Suffering
Painful, and;
Disturbing
That's what they thought, really?
The way they thought was silly!
I had to write down my thought too,
But of course, it had to be true.
I thought of colors like red, pink and teal,
But not a single thought seemed real.
My hand moved on it's own over the white,
And wrote down in blue delight.
I gave the paper back to the missus,
A boy said "I know what you wrote - it was 'kisses'!"
Ignoring him, I pitied the rest.
Ignorance of love wasn't best.
Because if they looked inside,
And stopped trying to hide,
They would realise that love was more than just an old penny,
And more precious than some pointless Grammy.
They would see that love was in fact REAL.
That it is something you feel.
It's your duty to fix your nature,
You may disregard it now,
But I warn you, in the future,
You WILL ask how.
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Small Poems...
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