In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Want to Know What Love Is.”
The night you wished you were being kept warm through the cold twilight air.
Wondering the seconds away, not knowing if it was ever fair.
When you screamed your lungs out by the empty shoreline and the wind stole your voice.
Tears of joy well up in your red-teary eyes as you rejoice.
It warms the heart, it tears the soul.
It’s beautiful inside, yet, your patience has taken on a toll.
When you wake up drunk when you never had a drop of drink last night.
But, it’s fine because it feels right.
To feel empty and full at the same time.
The love is real.
Love is life…
Pizza is life…
Life = Love pizza.