"It"

I referred to love as an "it" because I've never been able to properly identify my views on personal love: whether it was good or bad.

"It" makes you feel needed like blood through your veins.
"It" makes you experience every emotion until driven insane.
"It" feels right emotionally but yet so undeserving.
"It" puts you in the spotlight of society's observing.

"It" strikes you like the plague that killed off the poor.
"It" leaves you feeling used just like a street-corner w***e.
"It" causes happiness for a portion of humanity.
"It" becomes censored like graphic violence and profanity.

"It" is what one may refer to love.
When all your relationship experiences were bullets through the peace dove.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[zainul]

Lovely feeling expressed eloquently.:)

[K. Louis]

I like the concept of this poem..."It" is what one may refer to love. When all your relationship experiences were bullets through the peace dove." really nice ending.