I
Love
You
I hate you
Is
My
Real
Words
Don't tell me
You hate me too?
Hah
Good for you!
If you're trying to make me feel bad-
Just make a clone of me
Because she is my true enemy
Who writes sorrow
Sorrow is now
Pro
Gram
Med
Into my mind
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
