Miss-Cookiie

all my life i have regreted living. without knowing i was doing so. but how can i regret life. when i havent lived at all. i have taken everything for granted. never stopped for a moment. to admire, to breathe, to think to encounter life. and now its too late. the earth is on its death bed. paying the price for mine, and my peoples curiosity.

how can love be love when it produces hate? how can happiness exist when it causes pain? how can perfection exist in an imperfect world? i have found love, but is it mine to possess when its already yours? my love is returned but can it really be mine when it is not earned. i guess a kiss is a kiss but not if its stolen. a hug is a hug but what if the embrace hides a dark secret? love is a strong word. but right here now it is valid. i love her             i love you. i do no matter they say im not a lesbian, bisexual a liar                        or gay. no one understands i thought you would seeing as we were so close.