It's like, when the loop starts theres no end.
Then again, after too long, something else gets put in the loop.
And then I'm looping on that.
It can go from depression.
To happiness.
To anger.
To confusion.
To hyperness.
And so on and so forth.
Never really ends.
But whatever.
I miss Her.
Alot.
My Gypsy Love..
And at the same time, him too.
Not that he cares that I do.
lightningbro
thats a preety good good poem