Love Is…

a poem i had to do for an English assiment usuing the title 'love is…'

I am not quite wide asleep
and we are not quite a quiet disaster 
just tumble-down-hills 
shattered-by-thrills 
and a clock that can't keep time

you don't tell me stories with words and pictures
just let syllables fall from your mouth
then scrabble as they hit the floor 
and race along wooden boards to reach my bloodstream
try to regain them before their poison works

an antidote for my allergic lungs is air
and yet they seem unable to pull enough in
and I am blue and purple with hints of green and yellow
and you are black and White.

I am a cloud on your blue sky
rain in the north, hail in the south, 
to the west and east chilly with sun
and a chance of heartbreak

I am not quite dead alive yet
and we are all but screaming for relief
jacks-and-jills, 
buckets-and-spills
the words over used meaning more. 
  
love is a rather strong word.
corosive confusing to you. 
  

Author's Note

as usuall, ignore the fact it has no caps.