If I was a mountain

That soared towards the sky,

With craggy snow caps

And stormy grey eyes-



Then you'd be the clouds

That swaddled my peak,

That silenced my thunder

When I tried to speak.



If I was the earth

The desert, in fact:

With arid dry soil

And mud, baked and cracked-



You'd be the rain

The downpour that soothed;

The balm to my bruises,

Relief to my wounds.



If I was the Moon

In the indigo night,

With stars as my blanket

And silver; my light-



Well you'd be the Sun

Just always behind

That lent me your glow

And caused me to shine.

"I'm the best corner in the game. When you try me with a sorry receiver like Crabtree, that's the result you going to get. Don’t you EVER talk about me.
Crabtree. Don’t you open your mouth about the best. Or I’m gonna shut it for you real quick. L-O-B.”  -Richard Sherman

Dr Jedingaling here
sayin that ur a queer
sup
just a way to say hewo
in gangster lingo
and such
to ur eye im sure
THIS POEM BRINGS A TEAR
but if u read this type of thing ur a queer

Adam
Had'em