Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
روبرت Nov 2018
Love; spelled L-O-V-E
It’s easy to spell but it feels
Butterflies no corosive acid pulsing through your stomach
It ignores the rules of phonics; the O should be long.
Just as it ignores your needs and relentlesslessly courses restless could be’s through your soul
Love should be from fairytales but Cinderella needs to wake up and be punched in the gut by love’s true force
Where is my ******* missing slipper?
Love isn’t a four letter word. It’s nothing more than self-sacrifice with a cute ******* bow on it.
planes
planes
planes
rows and rows
of planes
never again to fly
up in the sky's terrains

planes
planes
planes
rows and rows
of planes
sent to the Mojave Desert's
dry weather vanes

planes
planes
planes
rows and rows
of planes
parked forever out of
the corosive rains

planes
planes
planes
rows and rows
of planes
lie idle within their
grounded lanes
I've used the poetic device of repetition in the piece.

— The End —