You tucked your feelings
in bed, and slept with as many as you could.
You never truly learnt to wrapped your sheets
to love.

You said:

Love are the arms that embrace me at nights,
And the same arms, that let me fly to newer horizons.
But also, love are the lips that kiss me goodbye
with a poisonous passion
that makes me return for an antidote.

I said:

Love are the arms that have never touched you,
and the lips that have never kissed you.

Love are the eyes that have never seen you,
and the ears that have never heard you.

Love is your heart that’s wrapped around your palm.
You are dead until the moment you let her palm
tuck it back into your chest,

Then with its pulse,
you are seen, heard, kissed, and truly touched.
You are alive.

That’s Love.

Written by: L.L.
March 29, 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

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