We are but echos in a hurricane. We yell for help, but no one comes. We scream for mercy, but the storm keeps raging. We declare our souls, but nothing is heard.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Love is Always Looking Up
Love is a piggy bank, You fill it with "I love you"'s and "You look beautiful"'s til its nice and fat, and eaten its fill. Then you get caught up in other things, and have to smash it with a hammer. Love is a fishing pole. Love is a Firebird, getting in trouble for going too fast, then slowing down and enjoying the ride. Love is a zip-line. Love is a waterfall, showering you with gifts and affection. Love is a tractor. Love is the bed of a jacked up Chevy, parked by the lake up the canyon beneath the dotted sky. Love is a citation. Love is Maverick, yes the one played by Tom Cruise on Top Gun. I guess it could be the gas station too, yes, also the gas station. Love is a gas station, filling you full of goodness. You run it 'til it's dry, then it fills you up again. Love is a Coldplay song. Love is a Clock. Love is a pair of Nickelback tickets. Love is a blue composition notebook titled Poems & Things. Love is Always Looking Up.
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Whoa. I have a red notebook titled Poems & Things.
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Yeah, I learned that 10th grade and it inspired my to do it. So now I've got a couple journals titled that.
Delete"You run it 'til it's dry, then it fills you up again"
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