by Robert Rene
A play on words.
|I love the way you hate you love me,
You woke up one day, died to self, and lived for me.
You stood tall when you fell in love.
Only to crumble in my arms when I held you together
Your odor was a sweet aroma.
A very toxic dose of candor,
My homicide I survived, when you killed my childishness and brought life to my manliness.
Too scared of my courage to sacrifice happiness
But when I bled from your piercing kiss
I was healed by the tenderness of your lips
Crippled by your walk
Silenced by your boisterous whisper of nothing
Eyes closed gazing into my world
Dreaming of the real us in a world that will be created by us
This bad mix of good is the best thing I’ve ever had. Of course!!