Sometimes

Mon, 02/12/2018 - 14:19 -- nrc053

Dear Love,

 

Sometimes,

Your soft brown eyes

Fill my

Stomach with such a strong boiling rage

I want to light your curly hair on fire

And blow up your car.

Sometimes,

Your words cut so deep I feel them in my soul,

And they sting for days.

But,

When I hold your calloused hand, I forget I'm only holding a hand

and not eternity.

And,

When I lay my head on your chest

I feel your heartbeat against my ear, and

It lulls me to sleep.

And,

When I look at you

I want to hug you so hard

Our bodies and souls merge into one.

Sometimes,

Our hearts turn black and blue,

But love always turns them back to

red.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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