Love Is.... (Not The Rose) Poem by Eric Cockrell
Love Is.... (Not The Rose)
love is not a room filled with pure light,
it is a dirty and grimy alley, that stinks of trash!
it is not the rose that blooms in the middle of summer,
but the manure the bush was planted in!
I laughed hard when I read this, it perfectly made the winter feel like summer. Your perspective on love is not going to make friends with the asinine romantic, but luckily I aint one of the pink rose pack. Awesome write!
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4/26/2024 1:35:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hahahahaa...ya know we have to love everything about people...all their bad habits...and the fluffy ones too...oh that could be a bad habit a person that things fluffy all the time...hahahahaha...sorry just kidding.10 ++