August 15, 2012
By kjohnson SILVER, Knoxville, Tennessee
kjohnson SILVER, Knoxville, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, but when we meet someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness, but call is love.

That instinctual little worm
Squirms past, through the vein
Across the artery. Searching, as if
It was Columbus. Looking for its home.
We feel it, think it, know it.
That pesky little worm.
He gropes the endorphins,
Beckoning them to play.
Calling out to the butterflies
To join his playful banter.
When our fingertips meet,
The worm elates with ecstasy.
He draws armies of dopamine.
Ships of seratonin.
That pesky little worm seems to know,
Know the very little things
That makes our heart tick and fall in love.

The author's comments:
This is just a different view on falling in love. Its not supposed to droning, depressing or gushy teen-romance poem; its just a cute turn on poplur opinion. :)

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