Not a Love Poem!
Love is a spaceship entering orbit
Love is the first snowfall
Love is melted steel running like a stream
Love is in front of you like the dust suspended in the screen of a window
Love is something tyrants lock in a cage
Love endures torture
and turns into something beautiful
and those who can't feel it pluck it's feathers
It's a lawn that's never been cut
A nice person can be lured away
by something disguised as love
Love is a jacket that smells like a campire.
I hope you can see it's cinders in the darkness.
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