What Love Is This?

Words vibrating the oozing vibrant poison mouth of temptation from the flower of vivid vision and civic civilians sitting during dusk before dawn when simple conversions as transmogrify takes place within self-reflection of deadly attraction from spiritual madness. Shakkan, immensely compassionate when verses and sonnets collide to together in acts and chapters.
Atom to Adam as Eve to gene I see no difference between when one ate the apple and the other ran and fled the scene; I don’t believe in this picture, the kodak is too black. So sins are always opening flood gates in that nature.
I guess?
Compulsive love reign in hearts as tears rain in stories that were never meant to be read by sensitive counterparts in serious heart to heart partnership, or insecure eye to eye for a lie to lie in the utmost heated argument over who did who dirty, or why she, he is so flirty.
Fuck it, I don’t want to express this resentment,
Know what?
I will spin it right here on this golden globe of states in gloves we hold one word labels while heating em up in a stove as we come out with a hot mess of words that compose no symphony for a brother with no remorse for his action in the past causing broken reactions real fast in the lane where others lost their life in a flash.
Too much to say?
No, I am just saying if love is so pure why do I have to use purell on the hands that hold you, use listerine with the mouth that just want to say “I love you”. I see we have two different understanding of purity in love, but I won’t press it against you.