A Cold Sore

It is spewed about

like chilled rain and false meanings.

Spittle and drool of

the ever wanting drench us

in their sickness and

gives us cold noses and a

sore throat from their ills.

 

Thrown around is the word Love,

but it is not that.

A cold sore is what Lust is,

and that is not love,

but many think it the same.

 

#That'sNotLove

This poem is about: 
Our world

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