My brain builds memories of me and you
while my heart fills with love.
But the other things that you do
makes it impossible for the red to wash away the blue
subjectivity rises with every word you speak
Happiness is a stampede
but that is exactly how i become weak
I yearn for your true love
but you have words of wonder
I feel as if you are heaven sent
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Wilson Stock Game Nikkie? o_0
If it is [and, if it isn't, actually] Beautiful poem. Did you write it?
P.S.
This is Wilson Stock Game Jim - add me, if you'd like. =]
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thankx for the compliment :)
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