I could fight, for thousands of years.
I would do that all for you.
I could keep on going, ignoring all my tears.
I would do that if you'd ask me to.
But you don't love me.
Don't understand the way I feel.
You don't even know me.
Because you'll never be real.
YOU ARE READING
sapriculous
PoetrySappy + Ridiculous = Sapriculous. This is sapriculous, adorkable, sometimes sad, nerdy, poetry.