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Anger Burning Love
#WritcoPoemPrompt70
You took my pulse without ever touching me,
Like honey and flowers, you were my bumble-bee.
Like letters to a writer, you gave my words purpose.
Deep blue sea of possibilities, ranges of colors my sight had never seen.
The oil to my gears, the fuel kept this old motor runing.
Meaning to the meaningless, faith of the faithless, logic of the foolish.
The very essence of your love was the death of my so called personality. As the life of the kind world you showed me brought destruction and end to mine. Taking away every trace...
You took my pulse without ever touching me,
Like honey and flowers, you were my bumble-bee.
Like letters to a writer, you gave my words purpose.
Deep blue sea of possibilities, ranges of colors my sight had never seen.
The oil to my gears, the fuel kept this old motor runing.
Meaning to the meaningless, faith of the faithless, logic of the foolish.
The very essence of your love was the death of my so called personality. As the life of the kind world you showed me brought destruction and end to mine. Taking away every trace...
