Powerful, emotions are, when we are facing that one star, waiting on a summers day to know who went which way
those that look and see inside, realise that we do not hide, but out of anger love or hate we show to those who appreciate, our talents, life in its full on valentines day we act the fool.
Those that look and never find, jealous of that other guy, who took his time and chose quite well, the lady suited to his hell, who watches waits and takes his time, unlike those that look and never find.
Valentines a time of rubble, like the witchess toil and trouble, brewing away that broth of love, heating up that pure white dove, or those roses near that bush, wild not grown to put, in a boquet and send it to, the one you love and tell her, that boque of wild rose, means i truly love you so.
This is the poem Jak claims to have created from scratch in 15 minutes, he is no genius and will tern 15 years old soon, I believe he is lying as he has never shown any talent in writing and has lied to me before about unrelated matters.
He is unable to show me any other writing as he is
|F*** i dont have em on this comp|
Tell me if you have seen this anywhere else, although he may have stolen it from the newspaper.