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Apoca-Lip-Locked

Your love is the end
Because you make my world stop
Only we exist

You become my world 
But then I lose my old one
It fades from my thoughts 

Concepts, worries, friends 
Unforgiving and barren
A nuclear winter

Winter can’t touch me
I have the warmth of your heart
Keeping me alive 

You become my all
In our own little bunker
Watching the world burn

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 10/16/2018 12:38:00 PM

I can visualize the two of you cocooned away, not realizing that anyone else exists at this moment. And you are correct, when the intense love happens, sometimes the world can burn, and we are so snug and safe in the bunker, we barely notice.

Anna Nomaly
Date: 11/17/2018 12:46:00 PM

Ironic, only because I have none, nor have ever had a love to call my own. One can dream though, and if one can dream one can write.

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 10/16/2018 11:48:00 AM

Fabulous poem :)

Anna Nomaly
Date: 11/17/2018 12:46:00 PM

Thank you Maureen <3