Sometimes I wish,
human beings were,
more evolved so that,
I can better express,
what you mean to me.
It is my eternal regret,
that you'll never really know.
Because even if you,
used all of your imagination,
trust me honey,
I probably love you,
far more.
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Being Crazy
Poetry"Remind yourself that the most fertile lands were built by the fires of volcanoes"
