...It's the name of a movie, It's the name of a sound, It's the name of something when you hit the ground.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

FUCK YEA ENGLISH BITCHES

Love cannot comfort the homeless' hunger

Nor can it provide a roof overhead

Nor does it help express a childs wonder

It leaves all those who are dying or dead



Love is not the air that fillith thy lung

It is not the blood that fillith thy vein

Love is not a song that needs to be sung

For it begins what we know to be pain



Yet, unable to provide life, we still need love

For we want something a little bit more

It heals our suffering when push comes to shove

Giving us something to move out the door



So love as much as you please with no regret

For if you dont your body will sense a threat

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