Heartbeats thud
Creating thunder
Heartstrings strum
A ripple of melody
Thought-wishes explode
Muffling my brain
A blush blossoms
Overspreading my cheeks
Joy bubbles
Resulting in laughter
Confusion reigns
A harmonious disconnect
All is fair in love and war
But
This is not war, so it must be love
Yet
I do not think it fair
To fall to pieces
When I fall in love
Genre
The scary thing about poets
The scary thing about poets is that they know my soul. This is one of those times.
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief