What is LoVe?

Is it a feeling?

What is the meaning?

Why do we feel it?

Is it because the warm feeling it brings?

Or is it the feeling of importance?

Why do we say, “I LoVe you”, so quick?

Do you say it because you are hopeful?

Or because you are scared?

What do you LoVe?

A person?

How do you know that you love them?

Do you think of them when you wake up?

Or any random time of the day?

Are they the first person you tell good news to?

If these are true then I do believe you LoVe them.

LoVe may be weird, it may be cute, it may be ugly.

But if you feel LoVe then no matter what you would do anything for them.

Would you?

Would they?

LoVe...

Without it’s straight stem? 

How about  no color M&M’s?

A sign

That bends from end to end?

Are they useless, and broken?

No, they are different, don’t you agree?

Who cares 

If they are

45 degrees?

Nothing is horrible

Everything is honorable

Difference is bliss

But is that bliss 

Worth the risk?

It can be worth 

More than a gold disk

Or as invaluable

As a neck crick

That is for you too decide though

Because I ain’t no pro.

Violets are Blue

Dyhey we miss you, come back soon

You'll alway miss you from time to time

Now will have less people to mime

Although we didn't talk much

Us and the gang still won our first pubg rip-off after lunch

Dyhey o’ Dyhey you are so smart, so caring, so loving deep in my heart

Well miss you, well miss you come back very soon 

Your trip will be long and tiring as well 

But once you get back i will hug and smell 

You will tell me your story and how it was

And i will praise you on your voyage as well as your poyage

I hope you bring me back a surprise 

I will be very grateful

But as i was saying i am very sad and miss you 

As im writing this poem i cried a but and i miss you...

Today the glass seems a little bit thinner,

And the air seems a little bit thicker.

Today the air seems to take effort to swallow,

And leave a little bit quicker.

Today it seems the only escape,

Is to make the glass break.

Today I wish I will never again have to awake.

To break the glass would be to restart, 

But sometimes that is what one might need.

To break the glass is to ask for help,

All it takes is to plead.

Tomorrow will be better,

 and I will forget this feeling of being soaked.

Tomorrow will be better, 

and I will be happy to have awoke.

Tomorrow I will feel healthy and gay,

and feel glad I am this way.

Im edgy af lmao

zack