freaking.

so cool,  
so freaking cool,  
cooler then the icebergs somewhere on top or below this earth,  
 
poems stuck in my head
everythings a poem.  
just wanna keep writing.  
 
maybe one day ill beh a freaking poet.  
 
still angry but so happy.  
 
why.?  
 
never happen to me befor.  
 
is it really just love.?
is it really.?  

it cant be, its impossible
 
i have fallen deeper then the deep blue sea for him. why.?  
hes one of a kind.  
maybe, just puppy love?
maybe I have been blinded by his power?
maybe just maybe, its all a lie

yeah.

 
just a sick, twisted lie.
something im ashamed to look backapon.

love isnt impossible, unless you have the wrong person.