Love Rusts - Poem by Eric Cockrell
bitterness hangs like rust,
sucks the air from the room....
dead flowers dont bloom.
fire wont burn in the absence.
water doesnt run uphill.
you cannot touch that which
you will not give!
the dead dont lie with the living.
not a second choice,
the last resort, or a safety barrier....
a man's just a man...
and flesh needs flesh!
stars wont fall from a blackened sky,
love rusts without friction!
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