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What Is Love?
Contributed by
eleventoedsloth
on
Wednesday, 27th April 2005 @ 08:02:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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What is love?
I'm ashamed with my own lack of knowledge.
What is love?
This lust blurs my vision, and I fear I can’t make the decision for myself.
I hear the love's over-rated, anyhow.
Who needs love
when you have what we have?
(or, at least, what I have.
you're just hear to enjoy the view)
The view of what?
I know I'm not that much of a view,
and don’t worry, it's not news to me.
The view of my insides?
The kind the pumps the blood to my fingertips.
The river of red, cataracted with anger.
What is love?
My foot falls asleep, 'cause you're not getting to all of me.
They say that "love stinks",
but this is more of an intriguing feeling.
You intrigue me, but in the worst way.
What is love?
We are.
The lustful, knowledge-less kind.
And, I just wanted you to know,
where ever you are, I still feel for you.
Actually, my blood runs for you.
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2005-04-27 20:02:36] (Date/Time posted on
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