i guess you could say love is real but as of right now thats not how i feel lifes a game of chance, take a spin at the wheel i want her more then jesus did his last meal yes, i know thats a deep thing to say but im all in, im simply stuck in the frey i look back on when i would frolic and play im at the end of the cliff- wind take me away but never will i fall off into the oceans wave my mind is the keeper, my notebook is but the slave nostalgia strikes as i surface from the cave thinkin on if i should delete or just save she keeps my heart poundin like im at a rave so with all that said, im still here waitin but for whom is still what im currently debatin i could continue typin...but will it matter? my life lines barely there...could it get any flatter? face it just a quick poem i just typed the other day