Love Poem
This love isn’t stereotypical.
Love Poem belongs to the following groups:
! Creative Writing & Poetry !Black and white
My organ pulses . . .
Blood, you perverts.
It’s my damn heart.
Turning on a wire
Spinning in a speaker box
I drink tar to ease the jitters
Little gummy worms
Crawl in my ear
Leech onto my brain
And whisper sweet nothings
Wriggling
Thick and slimey
I can’t hear
Son
of
a
Bitch
.
.
.
Nibble my ear
And suck it out
Then kiss me
And everything will be alright
imagineering
...if love isn’t stereotypical; itsn’t love at all…!!
Abida replied
Trust me, the best love isn’t stereotypical. In fact, I have my doubts that the stereotypes are even true.
imagineering
The lamps are different; but the light is the same…trust me…!!
Abida replied
And I believe that different people carry different lights; often placing them in similar lamps to try and relate to others. I suppose its all in perspective.
imagineering
True; and that’s one category of people. One other category, the category of love-and being in love, is one that lights or lovers don’t finally meet somewhere or ‘relate’ to others; they’re in each other all along…
Abida replied
And each one is unique, and none are stereotypical . . . . going by a stereotype insinuates that they are all the same. I think we’ve both just come full circle. Lol.
imagineering
...speak for yourself my lady, i’m not done yet…!!
Abida replied
In this convo, I’m full circle. Not in life or love.
morfland
I totally love this!! This has got to be the sweetest thing i have ever read!!
Abida replied
I’m really glad you like this!! :)