A really fucky corny poem

sevensinssevensins Posts: 887
edited January 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
It's sick, I'm sick, your sick
I want your sickness, your disease
inside me, inside you
I want to FEEL you , SEE you, BE you
love you i do

true

shouldent, why?, why?, fucking why?????????
could we know?
I may not be who you want me to
I knew, you knew
our love grew
beond reason or logic
no rules
why rules?
numbers, numbers
days, months, years, miles apart
I'm no angel, no jesus, no god
just water, and your the sky
you made me blue
I love you
I want to, stalk you
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Comments

  • I was so feeling that love feel and the stalking thing just went and slapped me in the face! OUCH! It's really not so corny because the end makes it kinda creepy!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    Obsessive thoughts are often a sign of the love lorn. In my heart, your stocks are flying off the scale and your are very rich indeed.
  • sevensinssevensins Posts: 887
    very rich indeed.......but not rich enough to afford a Pearl Jam comic oline for a fucking penny.....that could have made a kick ass gift :)
  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    i like the Archies.

    Betty is so much mor a Betty than Veronica.

    Have you ever read the one where Veronica woke up and her jeans were too tight and she said "oh my Gawwd, my jeans dont fit, im so fat! so....

    she spends the day burning calories faster than Dr. aTkins could blink in a cheesecakedream and when after spending hours in one of those steam box things she merges to find her mom shrunk her jeans by accident and that none of her clothes fit now cause they are all too big so gosh now why not so indulge so she and Betty get to go out and gorge themselves on cheese fries and shit and thats the way it ends.

    that story changed my life.
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