heres a stupid peom i wrote
i hate margerine..... it tastes foul and need to die. whoever invented it should be shot.......
i am filled with guilt and shame, yet i can not find a reason to be.....
"i love you so much,
it makes me cry,
suddenly i no longer,
want to die,
i wish i could spend,
the rest of my life,
warm and safe,
in your arms"
this is part of a poem i just recently wrote for jon erik. he makes me so happy and fills me with love.
BLOOD IS THE BASIS OF GRIEF, LOVE, PAIN, SUFFERING, SORROW, HAPPIENESS, JOY AND WAR. BLOOD IS ALL THERE IS. ITS ALL THERE EVER WILL BE......