Everything is a metaphor
for everything else.
You can go into the battle of love
with guns blazing or an army at your side.
You can climb the highest mountains,
the pinnacles of success
as long as your shoes are well-worn.
You can even steal the words
right out of my mouth
and claim them as your own,
but you would do well to remember
that violence is something I condone.
That's not a threat, though;
that's just a metaphor
for leaving my words alone.
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
