Thank me, yes you. You won't? Fuck you.
Poem by me


Love me. Won't you? Oh damn! Fuck you.
Again by me


Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost