A Sort-Of Love Poem

February 10, 2009
There is no place safer
than you.
When the world ends, baby --
when nuclear war breaks out,
when all the volcanoes explode at once --
I want to be right there
with you,
Pompeii lovers in a world raining
never-ending ash.
It would be better to die
king and queen of the forest
than live to see the last tree
burned to the ground.





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Aderes18 said...
Apr. 18, 2011 at 5:08 pm
I enjoyed reading this. Reminds me of a song.
 
sassychic said...
Nov. 2, 2009 at 3:32 pm
This was really good. I've read alot like this, but yours is touching, almost hard to not want to read over. It's true what some say about love. Draws you in.
 
oracle-of-nonsense This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Nov. 2, 2009 at 6:26 pm
Thank you, I really appreciate your comment. :)
 
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