Nothing can prepare you for love,
The way your life is hijacked,
Your words no longer your own,
Enthralled by this person.
Are you sky diving,
Or just free falling?
A fine line that stands between.
Your mind no longer obeys,
Goes rogue when they’re around,
Your body strung by strings,
A puppet for whoever you desire.
Nothing can ever prepare your for love,
Wrapped in a whirlwind,
Of the perfect melody,
Melancholy kisses,
And blissful pain.
- Author: PoeticBiscuit ( Offline)
- Published: June 24th, 2023 10:07
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 8
Comments4
Ah yes, "blissful pain"! Unexpected! Worth it though, isn't?
Good write PB.
Love is one of those emotions that is as terrifying as it is rewarding. Beautiful work. 🙂
Great poem ))
Especially like these words
Wrapped in a whirlwind,
Of the perfect melody,
Melancholy kisses,
Beautiful words )
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