Its like a forest fire.
A tsunami engulfing you.
Its an earthquake.
An avalanche rolling down a mountain.
Its a tornado pulling you in.
A hurricane beating you senseless.
Its a whirpool sucking you down.
A drought drying you up.
Its the poison that you crave.
A sharpened knife in a suicides hand.
It sends you whirling, tumbling, helpless.
A fight you can never win.
So just accept your fate.
Become that roaring, flaming idiot.
Just call it by its name.
For thats what Love likes to be called.
By Leon
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