if love were a color
it would be crimson
crimson like your illuminated cheeks whenever I say your name
love is like a lion cub
deceivingly cute and playful
but in it's depths, deadly
love is a cigarette, lit by a simple flame for enjoyment and pleasure
but slowly releasing toxins into you
if you could touch love,
it would be as rough as a kittens tongue brushing on soft skin
love smells like a newly blossomed rose
that's sweet scent will eventually deteriorate and drift away with the storms
if love were a sound
it would be the prayers that hospital walls consume
if love could speak, it would say:
" caution: falling into me is dangerously easy, while trying to fall out is incredibly hard "
lovely lost lies
love
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
if love were a color
it would be crimson
crimson like your illuminated cheeks whenever I say your name
love is like a lion cub
deceivingly cute and playful
but in it's depths, deadly
love is a cigarette, lit by a simple flame for enjoyment and pleasure
but slowly releasing toxins into you
if you could touch love,
it would be as rough as a kittens tongue brushing on soft skin
love smells like a newly blossomed rose
that's sweet scent will eventually deteriorate and drift away with the storms
if love were a sound
it would be the prayers that hospital walls consume
if love could speak, it would say:
" caution: falling into me is dangerously easy, while trying to fall out is incredibly hard "
lovely lost lies
love
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