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Love Is…

Love Is…

A Poem by burning paper planes

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 
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
the words over used meaning more. 
love is a rather strong word.
corosive confusing to you. 

© 2010 burning paper planes

Author's Note

burning paper planes
as usuall, ignore the fact it has no caps.

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Added on April 3, 2010
Last Updated on April 3, 2010
Tags: love, hate, flowers, clouds, lies, floorboards, poison, heartbreak


burning paper planes
burning paper planes

Preston, Lancs, United Kingdom

i've been told my words are beautiful i've been told that they make people cry therefore id like you to read something and give a second to tell me why thankyou more..