Morbid Lovely Thought

A short poem about love.

Would you know love if she was standing right in front of you?

She'd be pleading for her life

She'd ask us to see each other, really

to put the phone down, she would

Strip us naked 

and eat us alive

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[Arundass TP]

Oxygen. Without nothing survives. A different poem.

[Davidgeo]

Life calls it oxygen.
Humans abstracted this fuel into "love", it's an addiction now
it has propagated the species
f**k it fall in love with it
star lit emotion