We're pulling the wool over our own eyes.
And we're happier that way.

Everything and Anything goes here. I'm just dabbling it out as I come across it.

Poetry

Dani, Dani, Danielle Dearest,
Tell me who am I,
To wish for your sweet, fickle love,
And pray for your wandering eye?

You make me happy,
So much so I cry.

Dearest, dearest, dearest Dani,
You just wont tell me why.
Not why you look at me, but you see him,
You just look back to the sky.

You make me smile,
I don't really know why.

Danielle, Danielle, Dearest Dani,
I don't want to see a guy.
I want you to be my only one,
Even though I know you'll lie.

I love being near you,
You being mine.

Dani, Dearest Danielle, Danielle,
When I'm with you, may heart just flies.
I don't care about such silly things:
That you love him more than I.

I want to be with you,
Till the day that I die.

Dearest Dani, Dearest Dani,
I love you, damn it, I love you.
Fickle boys will come and go,
But baby, please say that you know
I love you more, I love you most,
And hey, fuck it if I boast, I'm here with you
And where are they?
Leave them to rot, to rot away
I'm jealous, Sunshine,
I really am, but, hey,
If that makes you happy
then
o
fucking
kay.

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Welp.
This was actually a positive poem XDD

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