Then one day - she lovedShe said that love,
was born in the mind -
That it could be switched on and off,
Like a nightlamp.
Dark to light. Dark to light.
It wasn't about counting stars
On the heavenly ceiling,
But about putting a gun in the mouth
And making it night forever.
Stars to blood. Stars to blood.
She said it's like boiled milk,
If left on the gas for too long -
It would boil over
And make everything messy.
Cold to perished. Cold to perished.
Then one day - she loved,
Baked cakes and cookies,
And smelled like detergent.
But love became a hallway
With a heartattack on the stairs.
Up to down. Up to down.
Poetry by FrancescaLuca
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Written on 2012-05-22 at 21:45
Tags Love  Death
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