I hate even numbers
They're so predictable
But I love X's
They're so mysterious
I hate biscuits
They make me so thirsty
I also hate coffee
I drink tea instead
I love flowers
They are so pretty
I love plants
They are so green
I hate abstract words
They are so... abstract
But I love abstract things
They are so free
I hate words in general
I find them very limiting
But I am a writer
And they are the best part in me
Anyways, I love the sun
But it blinds me often
I hate how yellow it is
It makes everything look ugly
I surely love the moon
There is something mystical about it
It reminds of the wolf
A good old friend of mine
With his piercing amber eyes
He can look through my soul
I love flowers
I wish I was as pretty as them
I also love clouds
But not as much as
I love the rain
I also love the wind
Hey! easy on me
Don't ******* away!
Oh, You love me?
I love me too
I love me so much
And I hate me as much
No, but really
I love you
Whoever you might be
I hate people
They can be such a headache
With all their talk about themselves
Them, them and them
psst, shut up
Then, they say I am way too careless
Bwah and nyeh, whatever
But I love humans
Never have I met something
As beautiful and ugly as them
I hate society
I find it very... Just no. Ok?
And I also hate reality
I think it's really boring
But I love dreams
sigh... Oh, dreams...
I love dreams
Of wakefulness and of sleep
Strange things happen in mine
But it's all I have ever really known
Oh, did I say I love flowers
Because I really really do
Only give me one once
And for forever, I will love you
*Gimme! Gimme!
