need a little
taste of love
here comes
your man
the crush of love
mixed emotions
every rose
has it’s thorn
last night
a girl like you
sold me down
the river
.
Day 73 of 100 of a growingly intense challenge that combines my love for music and my desire that some day I will write yet again. The poem above is a collage of song titles that topped the charts throughout the year 1989 when I discovered that love hurts eternal.
My intimidating goal is to create one “collage poem” every day for 100 consecutive days. I’m so fucking psyched I have yet to miss a day…
Stream of happymess 
Oh, Danijel. I feel like this photo, its coldness jutted up against the heated warmth of the sliding sun, it captures exactly what you said. Love hurts, and it burns like ice. And even at the same time, life, and beauty, and even love… they keep on… ❤
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Love is a perfect circle. Just like seasons are. Innocent spring. Hot bordering inferno summer. Cozy and comfortable autumn. Frosty winter. Same happens to life, beauty, Universe… X❤X
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So beautifully said. X♥️X
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