What is love? Is Love a feeling... or behavior? Do you swim until you know or go into space until you find the small little bead of hope that is within each of us inside our tiny little minds. What is love? Is love a behavior... or a feeling? Do you search each human's soul until you find the right kind of concoction that fills your deep hole within your chest? Or do you read for hours on end hoping that maybe if you wish hard enough your prince will whisk you away into the night? What is Love? Love is when you put others before but is that truly the definition? Is Love letting go of someone whenever they pass away... into the unknown of blackness after they shut their beautiful exquisite eyes? What is Love? A feeling, a behavior, or is it real?
Floating The ceiling is my bed A dusty breath of reality hits the floor Six a.m. alarm and a ***** nurse vanishes A dog in the street Cold rain Awful ******* people in their awful ******* cars The smell of fast food and lying cheating shadows The world is grey and cold then warm and comforting Just confusion The TV lulls and the noises fade into everything else that isn’t remembered Just some more distraction some more drug Just legal Some more love Just fake Hamburgers and beer Water and spaghetti Passing clouds and birds I envy birds their freedom they are limitless But they are stupid Car crashes **** ****** abortion ****** Apple juice and cigarettes Terrorists Preachers Cows, ducks No one and nothing Going no where when they die There will be a lot of disappointed people Just standing there saying what the **** man A nice ***, wet ***** and a pair of **** Some jealousy and a ***** of a wife A kid that you love but he leaves too eventually That apartment in the city you used to have That one you wanted to leave but long for now A blow-job and a shot of whisky An eighty-dollar tab and an upside down car The radio plays nothing you recognize The kids all dress different and talk like ******* lunatics Foaming at the mouth and cussing life God is gone he said he wasn’t coming back anytime soon Not for you at least Maybe when you have kids and don’t wish you were that bird Maybe just long enough for you to say What the **** man
She’s known as Riotous Rose. Never has she wanted for company in the intimate spaces between sheets. His voice, it calls to her, guides her down below to rapturous desire. A carnal growl achingly echoes inspiring ravenous teeth and hands that ravage in the gentlest of ways. ****** roses blossom in her cheeks. With nimble fingers she picks them before offering them to her lover.
the petals of a rose, fall not so often, but when they do, they die away, and you can dwell on it, but you can not turn time back, because it is gone, and it will stay that way.
you are like a rose protected by thorns but once someone loves u enough to pick u they have to be careful as if they dont handle you carefully they will end up hurt and bleeding...