A joke? A feeling? An act?
Where do I find Love?
On a road trip? The internet? Maybe high up in the clouds?
I'm curious and willing to die like the cat...
* 8674
For you, I will go poor
A love so pure
I don't need a cure
** 0414
For you, I will go poor
You can be my Thor
And I'll gladly be your whore
Do enemies become friends? Maybe in storybooks
Cause I never saw Tom pat Jerry in the cartoons
*** 3216
Got caught up in the mix
A broken heart
But somehow got fixed
3216
I could write you a whole disk
Already are lovers
Now be Precious & I'll be your Chix.
I have a neighbor whom I called wasted waist and she didn't like me either
A skinny rastafarian was clearly not her taste.
I never went to her room nor she to mine
cause our differences were so clear we never really got along.
3 months ago, she told me her perception of me was
a young foolish boy always trying too much to feel among...
Today, she writes for me and I for her although I've tried several times to understand how and why?
I mean she never was a writer, now she writes like all her life she's spent writing.
What is Love?
Definitely acts of oversize stupidity? or a crazy kind of feeling?
I'll leave you to decide.
And where I found Love? Under that neighbor's purple and pink Ceiling.
I hope this is not too little, cause you deserve all the good things that I can give you and as time continues to fly, I can only hope you and I continue to continue cause as long as you're here, I'm near and forget about the trolls cause people will always be people so let them talk and continue to stalk until they discover where we're headed. Then they'll know better and take a walk cause our story is one that we believe will be written but not in chalk. I love you from the bottom of my heart up till its top and I'm not saying that we're the best there is but it feels good knowing that we're not quitting our quest for perfection because a man is the one who creates his own future so If we don't give up today then we're certain that there will be a tomorrow.
I love you and I pray us more joy and lesser sorrow.
I mean she never was a writer, now she writes like all her life she's spent writing.
What is Love?
Definitely acts of oversize stupidity? or a crazy kind of feeling?
I'll leave you to decide.
And where I found Love? Under that neighbor's purple and pink Ceiling.
I hope this is not too little, cause you deserve all the good things that I can give you and as time continues to fly, I can only hope you and I continue to continue cause as long as you're here, I'm near and forget about the trolls cause people will always be people so let them talk and continue to stalk until they discover where we're headed. Then they'll know better and take a walk cause our story is one that we believe will be written but not in chalk. I love you from the bottom of my heart up till its top and I'm not saying that we're the best there is but it feels good knowing that we're not quitting our quest for perfection because a man is the one who creates his own future so If we don't give up today then we're certain that there will be a tomorrow.
I love you and I pray us more joy and lesser sorrow.
* The last four digits of my phone number
** The day wasted waist and the foolish boy had their first real conversation (April 14th)
*** The last four digits of her phone number
(Precious and Chix just happen to be bestfriends)
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