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