I've gone from letter writing to mushy poetry, forgive me, readers!
I've gone from letter writing to mushy poetry, forgive me, readers!
here is my poem:
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Like a childhood cartoon flick
we'd be dogs in love, you my lady, me, your tramp
Two entertwined candles, burning a single endless wick,
I'd kiss away your tears when your eyes are damp
K..., when i see your smile,
it touches my mind in endless ways,
What do i love about you? You. You. You. Your everything. Your core. Your style.
I feel the gamma rays
of what you inspire in me and it brings me unfathomable strength,
It's like the running of the bulls in Spain,
But instead of fear, exhiliration! As we together, ride the bulls the entire length.
I could go on.... and on.... but whats the point?
All i want is you. Here. Now.
The pain I feel without you. Some use pills, some play the pimp, or smoke a joint
to make it go away. All I do is write this journal and want you... here... NOW.