pathos
it's a sort of
Petrarchan love
loving within an arms distance
don't get to close to him
he'll see your flushed cheeks
and inevitable smile
and think you're
absolutely pathetic.
ethos
the way you stumble over
your words and
all eloquence
shatters against the wall
as you fall hard for
the smile that reaches
his eyes and your heart
coursing through your veins.
logos
of course
it's not love
you idiot
you're too young for love
and it all ends
in heartbreak anyway.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
pathos
it's a sort of
Petrarchan love
loving within an arms distance
don't get to close to him
he'll see your flushed cheeks
and inevitable smile
and think you're
absolutely pathetic.
ethos
the way you stumble over
your words and
all eloquence
shatters against the wall
as you fall hard for
the smile that reaches
his eyes and your heart
coursing through your veins.
logos
of course
it's not love
you idiot
you're too young for love
and it all ends
in heartbreak anyway.
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