Teenagers smoking in the woods.
There's something to be said for
love like a loaded gun.
But when you're paying by the bullet--
what happens when the clip is spent?
Nothing left but a useless weight in your hand.
Instead, give me love like a forest fire,
engulfing all in its path.
A glorious blaze from a careless spark--
the kind of thing rabbits run from,
the kind of thing that turns subdivisions to cinders.
The End
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It's pretty simple. Pick a catastrophe (natural, man made, even fictional I suppose), and relate it to the topic of love.Sappy, sure. Angsty? But of course. I'm not tagging this mature, so use discretion on your choice of words.
This is my first time starting a collaborative work, so here's hoping it works....
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"It's pretty simple. Pick a catastrophe (natural, man made, even fictional I sup..."
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Abstract, Free Verse, Love / Romance
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