Love Is

Love is a beautiful pain inside us all.
It’s a furred fire in your soul.
It’s an iced perfume to your heart,
a polka-dotted illusion to your senses.
Love is a beautiful pain inside us all.
It’s a hunched moonlight,
a scary, scarred, beautiful mess.
Love is a beautiful pain inside us all.
It’s a twisted pink knife
ready to stab you in the back.
It’s a jitterbugging wind inside you,
(as if the butterflies weren’t bad enough).
Love is a beautiful pain inside us all.
It’s a fossilized scream you can’t get out.
It’s blazing hot snow in your soul.

Love is a vice you can’t control.

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