A Date With Love

Love?     I think we met once.     Maybe I was drunk,     But I can't be sure. Do you know what it looked like?     What it felt like? Tell me,     Was there anyone else there with me?

Scars on my hand.You didn't know I had them.I hide them well,So you couldn't see.I never stop,I carry on.The pain doesn't stop,Nor does the blood flowing out.I've slit the side of my heart,Cut right into the muscle.I'm still alive,But barely.Blood rushing out,Covering my fingers,Pain takes over my body,I can finally feel something. Amazing illustration by... Continue Reading →

There her body liesSpeaking a language of its ownStories etched on herWritten in the darkThe breathless criesLeaving her lipsCan’t be captured on paperBut are etched on my soul

At this very moment,Millions of humans are making love,Fiery passion, and infinite bliss. Many who make itWill reproduce, making a new heart,Full of energy and grit These little beating heartsWill grow, mingle, and make moreAnd more love, driving up the charts. So, why is it still so well-knownThat among usSo little love is shown? Indeed,... Continue Reading →

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