Love Is a Thing of Misguided Misconceptions
She states she’s the heat
Fabricating
Her own temperature
Elevating the passion of my heart
Eternally
But eternity lacks the empathy of L.O.V.E
In all its entirety, for we are not lovers
But strangers on opposite streets
You the heat a temperature of passion and lies,
And I the cold sharp in the search of my first love a degree
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
