* steals the poem too and sells it on ebay at £5 a copy including VAT *
Well done for writing poetry at all in that state.. When I suffered the one break up i've ever had to suffer, I was left destroyed beyond repair, truly a city in ruins, certainly incapable of writing poetry. I can't really comment on the poetryish nature, as i have difficulty reading things in poem form, but i like the words and feeling of it. They rang some bells I have, so I imagine they ring other peopel's bells as well. One day I might write a poem.. and the world might probably end.
Also, was I not a lemur? Shall I start stealing hearts?