I see you every day,
We like all the same songs,
I think Descartes is right,
you think that I am wrong,
we both go home alone at night,
and wish we had someone,
to hold and call and think about,
but yet we're still alone.
If I stopped showing up at school one day,
you'd notice the empty seat,
you might ponder my fate, for a second straight,
then go on wishing you could meet,
the man of your dreams, that has not face
nor form nor shape nor mind,
why can't you see that it is me,
you've been waiting for all this time?
But still you sit and stare ahead,
oblivious to the fact,
that you could love me forever more,
and I could love you back.
very good my brother. screaming out to this obvious match who looks right through you, lost in thought. you need to grab this chick by the shoulders, and be like: 'we're perfect for eachother, i wrote this poem about you and its as beautiful as you are, be with me!!!!!' and she'll be like: 'oh alex, your right! i love you!' and the two of you will live happily ever after. it'll happen, i swear. well, this was really well written, brilliant ryhme scheme and structure. a beautiful poem my friend. i hope all goes well in your times of trouble, and may you find your light in the dark. and always remember your brother is here to talk. good job bro.
very good my brother. screaming out to this obvious match who looks right through you, lost in thought. you need to grab this chick by the shoulders, and be like: 'we're perfect for eachother, i wrote this poem about you and its as beautiful as you are, be with me!!!!!' and she'll be like: 'oh alex, your right! i love you!' and the two of you will live happily ever after. it'll happen, i swear. well, this was really well written, brilliant ryhme scheme and structure. a beautiful poem my friend. i hope all goes well in your times of trouble, and may you find your light in the dark. and always remember your brother is here to talk. good job bro.
Ah, it is the fault of science
that it wants to explain all;
and if it explains not,
then it says there is
nothing to explain. -Bram Stoker
There is but one freedom, to put
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