In love

Your heart gains a sharp feeling,

Like a dull pencil.

Your eyes sparkle,

Like tinker bells light as it dies out.

Love,

It stops your heart

But you continue to live.

You take me to a place;

A place where the sharp pencils are dull

And the blue skies turn gray.

A place where the sun tempts to break through

But scared away by the roaring thunder.

The smell of sweet candy ruined by your bitter attitude

The smell so bomb,

I was flabbergasted

The feeling I felt,

So revolting

Almost as if it were swag,

Love from you is absurd.

Nothing but a sharp dull pencil. 

If I had the chance I would use a sharp pencil to change the way one acts 

to treat love the way it should be 

to show love to one another the way it's suppose to be