Lust over LoveA Poem by ShreyaIn this generation, finding that pure love is getting more and more difficult. Consent, people have actually forgotten the meaning of this word...When I talk about love, I talk about feelings of Those butterflies in my stomach fluttering and dancing, Those little goosebumps while thinking about your words, Those weird grins, creating your image and Those perfect smiles, on my lips every time! When i talk about love I talk about purity, maturity, innocence, kindness. All those things making my heart beat faster. Holding hands, getting hugs, those sweet cuddles And pecks of love. Love, this is what when I talk about love. Now when you talk about love, You talk about me and that is really sweet, But it isn't what it seem. You don't talk about me, you talk about my parts. You talk about, waist, thighs, hip, breast but Not even once about my heart. You talk about "us forever", but never in front of everyone. You talk about claiming me as yours, but never mentioned my name even once around someone. "Claiming me as yours" what does that even mean? Does it mean nobody can touch me like you do, not even me? Touching me like you please! I don't even like it. You don't ever asked about my consent, You just heard a YES in my BIG NO. Isn't it? No No No No NO! This isn't what I wanted! This isn't what I call as love. Because When I talk about love, I talk about feelings of love ...and not lust...
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1 Review Added on September 17, 2018 Last Updated on September 17, 2018 Tags: #loveoverlust, #askforconsent, #purelove #heartnotpart, #oldschoollover, #poetism #poeticverses AuthorShreyaRanchi, Jharkhand, IndiaAboutThe Soul Scribbler- that's what I've been calling myself because that's what I've been doing since past 2 years - scribbling through my soul. Telling people about me is a little or maybe a lot diffic.. more..Writing
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