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I'm not sure What love is Because I've never Felt fireworks Nor have I heard Heralding angels Blowing tunes of the heart In my lonely ears.   I've read about it; How it's like fire Like whirlwinds, Like fast cars, Like earthquakes, Like lightning, Like falling. If that's the case I don't want it Not when what it is Will take my ribs And invert them, Snapping my bones Like twigs beneath the heel Of an unsuspecting boot, Treating my heart like a tomato Too red and ripe to do anything but burst With a gossamer touch.   I want love to be Like sunlight, candles, fireflies Like stars Like wine - Better with time - Like clean dish soap Like buttered popcorn Like winter breath Like leaves.   Because I know, At least I think I do, That love is beautiful, Not because it is perfect Or happy, or new, or dangerous - But because it is flawed, It's a freckle on Life's plain face, The gold dust dust caught on camera,   I find myself wondering How I would be In love Because surely My love, The kind that's slow, And cold and quiet, Isn't right.   It's not some car to speed Down the curve of a midnight road Only to flip - It's the skid marks.   It's wrong, It's not Romeo and Juliet, It's not Jack and Rose, It's not Bonnie and Clyde, It's not Mr. and Mrs. Smith.   It's a curious child Finding a dandelion And, as the seeds blow away, They try to catch them. I guess I'll do my best To fall But, in my descent, I'll be thinking Of you As I listen to the Slow, cold beating Of my broken heart.
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 3:17 PM UTC
To Love Correctly
I'm not sure What love is Because I've never Felt fireworks Nor have I heard Heralding angels Blowing tunes of the heart In my lonely ears.   I've read about it; How it's like fire Like whirlwinds, Like fast cars, Like earthquakes, Like lightning, Like falling. If that's the case I don't want it Not when what it is Will take my ribs And invert them, Snapping my bones Like twigs beneath the heel Of an unsuspecting boot, Treating my heart like a tomato Too red and ripe to do anything but burst With a gossamer touch.   I want love to be Like sunlight, candles, fireflies Like stars Like wine - Better with time - Like clean dish soap Like buttered popcorn Like winter breath Like leaves.   Because I know, At least I think I do, That love is beautiful, Not because it is perfect Or happy, or new, or dangerous - But because it is flawed, It's a freckle on Life's plain face, The gold dust dust caught on camera,   I find myself wondering How I would be In love Because surely My love, The kind that's slow, And cold and quiet, Isn't right.   It's not some car to speed Down the curve of a midnight road Only to flip - It's the skid marks.   It's wrong, It's not Romeo and Juliet, It's not Jack and Rose, It's not Bonnie and Clyde, It's not Mr. and Mrs. Smith.   It's a curious child Finding a dandelion And, as the seeds blow away, They try to catch them. I guess I'll do my best To fall But, in my descent, I'll be thinking Of you As I listen to the Slow, cold beating Of my broken heart.
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hannah-23
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 3:17 PM UTC
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