happiness isn't
a pot of gold
it's the whole
rainbow-
love.
In the City
Somewhere in the city (I’m not sure where),
there’s a boy, and he’s madly in love
with the concept of love, with
the beauty of it, even though
he doesn’t have anyone to share
it with – for the moment, anyway –
and he feels like he’s about to
burst into a thousand roses,
because he knows in his soul
that somewhere in the town
(he’s not sure where),
there’s a girl, and she’s worthy of love,
worthy of Kings, and he’d bleed
himself dry for her if he could
find her, because she knows she’s
about to burst if she doesn’t
find him, somewhere in the town,
or somewhere in the city.
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I don't think I'll ever get a desktop. I'm in love with portability.