This is the stuff as promised by me to Becky who is the only one who reads her blog. so hurray. this is the poem i wrote when she wrote that essay of a poem for english.
Love is
light in a dark room
and the anaesthetic to a painful day
Love is
an adventure into the unknown
and the map back out
Love is
the freedom to fly away and fulfil each of your heart’s whims
and know that you still belong somewhere at the end
Love is
a web spun around the soul
and it’s never going to break
Love is
the hand which shapes the world
and the heart which keeps it rotating
Love just is
and more will come becky. be patient, child. i might put up that phone story soon. and then some more retardedly emo poetry lol.
may the force be with you [if you hadn't noticed, i'm going to end all my posts with that.cosimthatcool.]
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