I will start with his, because the feelings he has expressed, are what led to the feelings expressed in mine...
LOVE AND ITS MAGIC
By OWEN HABEL LWANDA
The wounds of
His broken heart
Priented scars on
His soul.
Love to him sounds
Foul, filth...
And is full of
Grumbling growls
He bought
A bunch of roses
And found his hands
Handing them over
To her...
He felt stupid
He thought
His heart had bruises.
But found it
Falling in love
With her...
He felt stupid
He promised
Never to love
Again
But her presence
Deepens the intake
Of his breath...
He feels stupid
But all that is Cupid
That stings in a way
that's candid
She makes him
Feel splendid
But he after words
feel stupid again
Love is laughing at him
And here is mine:
Love lies bleeding-By Lola K.
Heart dripping.
Love spilling.
Smiles pour abundantly from my face.
Constantly blissful.
Everything feels like sex- painful yet euphoric.
And if I could just get over my own head
I could enjoy you
If I could just get out of my head
Then maybe I wouldn't cut the three cords.
I wonder if I’m addicted to you.
They say Cupid has hit me in the most sensitive spot
Feels like heaven and ambrosia
I don’t realize what’s happening.
I run into you
Linger in you
I trust in you
I sleep in you, soundly, like a baby
Then suddenly
There is a shock that jerks me from my slumber
A sharp pain pierces through my chest as reality hits.
I look down
My heart is bleeding.
Cupid has hit me
And the arrow is real.
And it’s killing me
My love lies bleeding on the ground
From my wrists and my heart.
And I die
Slowly
And quietly.
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