Jazzmanio in a new hat
What is it to be in love?
Actions full of mushy poetry and gifts of red spicy hearts…
I only know the silly kind of love that’s corny and full of fake not even Hallmark sympathy.
In the movies they don’t need practise loving.
False advertising.
Some brains don't come with that special feature. Extra head space included but no love on/off switch.
I wish it would just hit me like lightning would and then introduce itself like a light bulb in a thought bubble.
Forgive me.
No comments:
Post a Comment