Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2011
Love is a night blooming flower.
It is a white light where there should be none.
          Stark contrast against the night.

Love is a secret place inside
Where everything true is a lie
          And there is chaos.

Love is dark
                                        And Bright

It is a dream to half-remember.
          A void to fall into and surface from

                    Only slightly changed
But not altogether

                            Alone.
Written by
Katherine Fuguet
484
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems