Lover type thing

January 14, 2018
By Cheyenne Ely BRONZE, Adrian, Michigan
Cheyenne Ely BRONZE, Adrian, Michigan
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It's a lover type thing.
To dream.
To be disoriented in the core of a storybook daze,
To instantaneously inquire the evident
It's a lover type thing to recklessly manipulate loves raw nuance,
Dissecting it's every aspect,
rummaging throughout its essence, like papers in the journal
you keep beneath  your bed
The one that traps your skeletons, dangling by knotted ropes in the back hall closet.
It's a lover type thing.
To see galaxies beyond the pupils of another,
To study the story tucked into the sea of  bloodshot eyes.
To hunt the unsteady heartbeat of others.
To share a common step with a stranger.
It's a lover type thing,
To love.

The author's comments:

This poem is not about love, or being in love. This poem is about a lover as in a type of person. I consider myself a lover. A person who looks at the world in purple light, i different type of perspective comes from their souls. They are a lover. Even if they don’t know it.

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