Ian My Love

i made these poems for Ian the 31st of July



i heard of the stories, the wonderous tales,
how you actually notice people, you reply to their mails!
Why am i not that lucky, to hear a reply,
it makes me so mad!! YOU'RE MAKING ME DIE!
and now im depressed, playing computer alone,
playing marapets though I'm completley grown.
You know it so well, Ian, you did this to me,
you made my imagination run this free!
I stare at my mail-box non-stop, you know that i do,
waiting from that mail from you-know-who.
Soon that time will come, i'll hear his wonderous voice,
better than candy, than race cars, than toys!
And i'll pinch myself, to make sure that it's real,
Dude, you can't imagine how happy i'd feel!i really should snap out of this imaginary place,
out of the dimensions of time and space,
and realize, my time will never be here,
well, at least, the time won't be near.

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Ian, my love, my one true mate,
i would risk my life, my soul, my fate,
to just be with you, the creator of all,
of skinny, of fat, of big, of small,
you are my all in all, my whole in whole,
you created Clam, Theatre, and Troll.
My heart goes out to you...but not in that way,
oh that's funny, you thought i was ghey?