Love is a mixture of feelings and lies,
For love can only bring hugs, kisses and cries,
Some find love is the best thing in their lives,
Some feel that it is the way they feel when one dies.
When I think of love my brain gets caught,
Stuck on my opinion, hopes and thoughts,
I feel as though I am caught in a never ending soul,
And I continue to stumble and trip and start to roll,
And out of this roll I land down on top of my head,
Deep inside, deeper than my heart, I feel as though I am dead.
For love is deep, deeper than I or you can comprehend,
Because when all the love has vanished, you are to end,
It is a sickness so complex that your body cannot fend
Off evil and sad emotions my very good friend.
Time is money and money dont know time
Money is a way and there are so many ways to get money
Money is freedom but freedom not money
Money... Money... Money...
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“Great new ideas usually come from very small teams... don’t give up so easily." — John Kaster —
Ah, I remember having to write poems for English class. IMO rhymes get in the way of potentially more powerful words. And I like to keep it short and sweet.
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the21gamer wrote:
fuck that load of bullshit. i dont care if the enemy dies. not fighting back is stupid
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