Mel's POV.
I really think, no matter how much I tell myself
I'm not, that I'm in love.
But what is love?
Is it the feeling I get around him?
Is it the warmth that seems to rise in me?
Is it his smile, his laugh?
That makes me feel the way I feel?
His eyes, they blaze like wildfire.
His hair falls in his eyes and makes me tingle,
Wanting to brush it away.
His laugh, It roars through my ears, and it makes me laugh as well.
Is this love?
He promised me he would find out.
But right now I don't care.
Is it love that makes me think that I would rather,
Be held by him, then find out?
But as I look at him flirting, I wonder, what does he think of me?
He gives me a cold shoulder, and though I don't show it, it stabs daggers into my heart.
Because I'm artificial, do I have artificial feelings?
Is what I'm feeling something I'm programmed to feel?
All these questions and more race through my head.
But one is always there.
Could this be love?
Surely it must be love....
Ok... like? Hate? R and R! I'm not
one of the most poetic talented people on earth, so please, go easy on
the flames! Well, it's probably the best thing you've ever read right?
Gimme a break....... ~Rolls eyes~ Well anyway, I THINK this was inspired
by my horse...... hee hee just kidding. That's my screen name lol. Ok....
It just suddenly came to me while I was fiddling with my keyboard. Well
hee hee... my jabbering must be giving you a headache..... so......Review?
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Chestnut Wind
