Love is a pitchfork
It can be so routine
It can be so easy
It can shine brilliantly
Then in a split second
It stabs you
Without warning
And becomes the worst pain ever
The pitchfork becomes dull
It becomes unused
It becomes lost
It becomes forgotten
But one day you find it again
And on that day
The shine and routine
Of the pitchfork returns
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
Love is a pitchfork
It can be so routine
It can be so easy
It can shine brilliantly
Then in a split second
It stabs you
Without warning
And becomes the worst pain ever
The pitchfork becomes dull
It becomes unused
It becomes lost
It becomes forgotten
But one day you find it again
And on that day
The shine and routine
Of the pitchfork returns
Metaphor poem
