APPLICATION FORM
Once I was in love.
I loved love.
Wanted to serve it.
Loved it when it functioned good.
Then it fell apart.
My heart is merely cardiac.
If you heat it slowly,
Give it a gentle simmer
Somewhere in the future,
may dwell a subtle glimmer.
If I look in the mirror,
I see no future love,
The mirror may be my security.
Can only visualise it,
from own imperfect point of view.
I am not a pessimist,
my glass, always half full.
Looking at the situation, as I stand,
I am nobodies loving fool.
On top of that I'm lonely,
but, I stash that as my secret,
I'm such a stubborn ****** ***
A ****** *** all full of class.
I jest, In fact
I'm just a very loving,
poetry writing pest.
(c) Livvi
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC
APPLICATION FORM
Once I was in love.
I loved love.
Wanted to serve it.
Loved it when it functioned good.
Then it fell apart.
My heart is merely cardiac.
If you heat it slowly,
Give it a gentle simmer
Somewhere in the future,
may dwell a subtle glimmer.
If I look in the mirror,
I see no future love,
The mirror may be my security.
Can only visualise it,
from own imperfect point of view.
I am not a pessimist,
my glass, always half full.
Looking at the situation, as I stand,
I am nobodies loving fool.
On top of that I'm lonely,
but, I stash that as my secret,
I'm such a stubborn ****** ***
A ****** *** all full of class.
I jest, In fact
I'm just a very loving,
poetry writing pest.
(c) Livvi
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