And what Is Love, she asks.
The hundred sighs of Lovers, being purged. Being vexed.
That Spark Of fire in their eyes as their bodies come alive.
Nourished words spoken into eachother's mouths.
It's nothing more than every cell that was once dried up, old, dying Renewed, awakened An implication, among a bed of lies Screaming into sheets of tears
Because you say You love the rain, and when it rains, you hide for shelter.
You say You love the Wind, but then you close the windows.
And you say You love the sun, but when it burns you, you stay away.
Do you see why it terrifies me, When you tell me you love me?
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
