In a Test Tube

Made up.

Its an easy thing to do,

With the broadway show
And the undertow.

Currents afar came miles,
Just to find this disturbance
In the nature of love,

A new revolution
In love's evolution.

'Love' has a new word now,
Its free and fresh and honest,
Thrown around in a test tube,
For months.

Chewed over,
And thought through,

So it seals the soul
And fills the hole.

When a word can cause such damage,
Why use it?
We all long for it,
Cry for it
Die for it,

What is it worth?

An exam yet to hand in
With words so demanding.

I found the happy medium,
Scoured the thesaurus
Scraped

The bottom of the barrel,
I threw it away,
Found a new one,
And had the top layer

All mine,
To feast on
And devour
All,

'If I could I would swallow you whole,
I would leave only bones and Teeth,
We could see what was underneath
And you would be free then.'

Four lines,

Involved
Dissolved,
And dosed.