On Love - my poem

[coral__]

Sometimes, I can't think of nothing expect how genuinely dangerous is to love.
I deeply care about all of my relationship and sometimes, the thought of losing them haunts in my sleep.

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How arduous is it to survive the fragility of life?
How unpredictable is it to live when you are just like a flower,
Living on the hard asphalt?
How dangerous is it to love as humans, when the smallest cut can take them away?
How much courage does it take to dive completely into you,
Blindfolded and naked,
To affidate you my trust made of delicate glass?
How incredible is it to let your light heal my wounds?
How lucky can I be in climbing your iron walls and witness your beauty?

 

[AFODO]

And how precious is when love is returned, although still dangerous but one needs this.

 

[Big Dipper]

Thought I should write the opposite just for funsies

I swim the ocean and see all the fish. Clouded together and calm. All the blue and all the green, then all the black and white. Together all and sound.
I swim the ocean,
And I’m dry.
Am I untouchable?

I’m in a world of food. I walk the roads and see many people with many foods. Long and round, juicy and warm. All together, eating. All together loud and orange and red and yellow.
I'm in a world of food,
And I starve.
Am I even hungry?
In this world of food,
Taunted by sight and smell,
I will never eat.
Am I mad? Am I jealous?

I walk the desert and see nothing. I neither see nor smell food nor people. And neither do I see all the blue and black and green and wet, the red the orange the yellow the warm. I see all the dry and all the white. Good.
I walk the desert,
And I’m cold.
Am I even human?

 

[coral__]

Thought I should write the opposite just for funsies

I swim the ocean and see all the fish. Clouded together and calm. All the blue and all the green, then all the black and white. Together all and sound.
I swim the ocean,
And I’m dry.
Am I untouchable?

I’m in a world of food. I walk the roads and see many people with many foods. Long and round, juicy and warm. All together, eating. All together loud and orange and red and yellow.
I'm in a world of food,
And I starve.
Am I even hungry?
In this world of food,
Taunted by sight and smell,
I will never eat.
Am I mad? Am I jealous?

I walk the desert and see nothing. I neither see nor smell food nor people. And neither do I see all the blue and black and green and wet, the red the orange the yellow the warm. I see all the dry and all the white. Good.
I walk the desert,
And I’m cold.
Am I even human?

Beautiful!! I love the use of colors!!