Life is a soup
and I am a fork
how life slips
and drips on the floor

Yeah, it’s a mess

Just got an A+ for my English essay

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That I did always love
I bring thee Proof
That till I loved
I never lived—Enough—

That I shall love alway—
I argue thee
That love is life—
And life hath Immortality—

This—dost thou doubt—Sweet—
Then have I
Nothing to show
But Calvary—

i don't pay attention to the
world ending.
it has ended for me
many times
and began again in the morning.

Poetry is a dark horse that suddenly ignites