Haha, me and Aglin were chatting
and we were chatting in poem form;
one of them is mine:

whatever you say, my friend, dear,
it's love that we should fear,
embracing the feeling,
but it's oh so pain.
what of love do we gain?
maybe we should concenrate,
on something more divine,
something that will be mine,
as time pass,
as time goes by,
we might not dare to find.
true love is like the kiss of death,
to me it's like a spinning thread.
like a roller coaster, up and down,
perhaps even more than frowns.
dancing along the spider's web,
my dream is just along the edge,
maybe if i just reach out,
i might catch it- it slips between,
and i fall down.

one is hers:

love is just something untouchable
for me and perhaps, you
something that aint for our age
something that should just leave it to fate.

I'm so poemy now.
Haha, now we're making on of roses.
Taa.

Labels: poems.

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