Shivers

How do you put into words

The innocence of young love?

Sneaking out on a Saturday night?

3 am and all alone

But sex is the last thing on our minds.

Three words

Greater than any other

form of pleasure

        this messed up world

Has to offer.

Three words

That make me shiver

     With fear

And quiver with anxiety

Three words that tear me 

apart

Rip 

Me

Open

At the seams.

Three words and a month inbetween

To numb the pain

And substitute pleasure...

                        

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Reviews

[Kuro]

This is the third poem of yours I've read, and honestly, you're easily one of my favorites. Excellent write! ^^