Love is a space flight where the heart becomes a capsule
always feeling off course,
not sure where you are going or if you’ll crash land somewhere
that you can never escape.
And the air inside is so thin
you end up lightheaded all the time,
wondering if romance is the same as oxygen starvation.
Then you meet Him,
this guy who makes you feel
as if you are streaking like a comet,
he looks at you with his telescope eyes
claiming you are a heavenly body.
Oh the constellation he promises
the two of you will make,
a couple of stars so perfect together,
leaving you dreaming
of being in happiness’ milky way.
Then he says something totally lame,
acts utterly stupid,
leaving you convinced he’s some kind of alien.
Insides spinning out of control
falling into anxiety’s black hole,
miserable, pissed and excited all at the same time.
Convinced cupid is sick and twisted astronomer
making sure you can live with this outer limit ride,
but unable to survive without it.
Author notes
7-Men are from Mars, Women from Venus
A contest entry
- love. by luna-midnight.
1000 points, ended December 24, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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LOL
You are a man and actually wrote what us women actually think at times...you did a great job as usual my dear friend!
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What a unique metaphor here....Out in space with love and men and their ways with women...Rather amusing, yet candid your portrayal here with your abundance of imagery from outer space! Ha....so cleverly crafted it is being bookmarked for future reads! Chuckling yet lauding your skill at penning once again!
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nice...hahha...I'm sure Josh would like this
i guess its a book, about relationships and all. haha. he wants us to read it together.
thanks for entering, i really enjoyed this
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