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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Love is overrated Misunderstood, miscalculated. It is the morning mist, A dew rested on the grass. In the warmth, it ceases to exist. with the heat of the sun, it's gone. Love demands caring, Demands nourishment, The constant attention of 5minus4 senses. Love always dies slow, Suffocating agony, a hard ignore. Love is the cancer of the balls. It's a haunting acoustic of an empty hall. Echo bouncing off of the wall. Love is at first, Stardust, a diamond that shimmers. Gold that's glistened with worth. It's the first rain. The first poetry a poet pens. It's the first word uttered. It's all metaphorical yet all literal. It revolts, it's a rebel and a revolution. At its pinnacle, it's greater than God. For Fu*ks!!! A pomeranian with a pitbull's gut. In between love is Understanding, compromising. a doormat, a doorknob. It's a lock and it's a key. It is two different things. It multiples to cease. It's the missing piece, It's all, it is. A boneless dick. Puking sick. It's a nefarious deed of a priest. Love at last is An unclean tongue. A desire of a dying whore to become a nun. It's constipation, And stomach cramps. It's the first kiss and the biting of the lips. It's a fart that refuses to leave. It's piss after a drink, It stinks. It's a bottled up perfume, A wild bloom. It's a ruthless warrior. A headless chicken. the vigorous flapping of wings without flight. It's a dead eye. And a lie. It's the heaven of the scriptures, And a hell of the mind. It's the sinister divine. An indecisive crime, A bell that doesn't chime. It's screaming on the prayer. A word unsaid, deed unpraised. Love is but a suppression of hate. A mistake, Poison of a sweet taste. ©su_tshant
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