Guess what? It’s time for Chelsea Anne Owens’ Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest! This time the theme is love.

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Sometimes…

Love is like a dirty sock.

You smell it a mile away

stealthily hiding beneath a rock.

But you turn it over anyway

to find bugs and maggots crawling ’round

but you don’t mind the stinky bouquet

because it’s love you finally found.

 

Other times…

Love is like a thug

jumping on you in the dark

beating  the crap out of your heart

and leaves you smiling in a pool of blood.

Wondering what will happen next?

You get a nasty screw-you text.

 

And Then Sometimes…

Love can feel just right

until the day you realize

you were blinded by the phony light

of truths  turned into stinking lies.

You feel foolish and oh, so dumb!

And then your heart fades to numb.