Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Love, Lover, Lovey, Loved, Loves, Lovely, LOVE LOVE LOVE!
*here is my good attempt at a love poem and it's kinda annoying to me.
I know not of this thing called love.
It don't exist, you see, not for me.
I'll die lonely, heartbroken, but so
Not loved. It all boils down to the
Fact that I don't know whose real
Anymore. YOU ARE ALL FAKE. No,
WE ARE ALL FAKE! Yes, I believe
That I am accurate in announcing
That I've berated and belittled only
Myself. I've cried an ocean of salty
Tears. I've wailed louder than an
Orca on a summer day. I've scared
Away sacred notions of love so that
I don't care if it's real or not. I hope
I fall in love soon, or my concern for
Love get thrown away, just like all
The other junk I could do without.
February 2, 2004
I know not of this thing called love.
It don't exist, you see, not for me.
I'll die lonely, heartbroken, but so
Not loved. It all boils down to the
Fact that I don't know whose real
Anymore. YOU ARE ALL FAKE. No,
WE ARE ALL FAKE! Yes, I believe
That I am accurate in announcing
That I've berated and belittled only
Myself. I've cried an ocean of salty
Tears. I've wailed louder than an
Orca on a summer day. I've scared
Away sacred notions of love so that
I don't care if it's real or not. I hope
I fall in love soon, or my concern for
Love get thrown away, just like all
The other junk I could do without.
February 2, 2004
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Love, Lover, Lovey, Loved, Loves, Lovely, LOVE LOVE LOVE!
Love, Lover, Lovey, Loved, Loves, Lovely, LOVE LOVE LOVE!
