I'm lost. Everything around me is so unreal, except for her. She's keeping me sane. I'm careless about everything but her and us. Oh how I love that simple word, us. I'm happy about everything. I failed my midterm? No problem; I'm in love!
Poetry is no longer satisfactory. I feel something inside too complicated to express in words. Its story could fill millions of books. In a word: love. Just the thought is so mighty and powerful. It's breathtaking, sensational, startling, and wonderous. It's thrilling and heart-stirring. It's unimaginable. I love love. I love my love. I love my lover. She loves me too.
Adonis
{kwoo§hie}* said...
love that last sentence... i know what you mean. it's amazing isn't it. and so seriously addictive.... i'm a junkie, i confess.
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Who's your lover? I almost barfed reading that whole thing. You mispelled "mistreetment".
Adonis said...
Well, well, well... I'm quite sorry I made you almost barf. You're the first person to actually tell me about "mistreetment." It's intended, my dear, and if you disagree, you're wrong.
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ummmm im sorry we made u brf.......sweety stop hating and i spelled u wrong wanna correct that two