Te Amo
I draw your soccer number on my hand
and hearts embracing it.
I write our names on paper
with funny fonts symbolizing it.
I sing love songs
while talking to my one and only about it.
I pace back an forth
as i back down from it.
It is a never endong,
impossobly forgetting,
and forever killing
emotion of cruelety.
It is te amo.
It is unwelcomed
and foreign.
poem by Ladycougar 013
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