a poetry journal, where I write luv poems to all of the women that I have crushes on. I've never told any of them, but I do dream of the day that I get the courage to tell them how I really feel. Last year at a home football game, I ran over to Mary Margaret's seat before she arrived and left a rose there. I then hid behind the big man with the big family. Nobody could see me. Problem I didn't think about though, was that I couldn't see anything either. The rose never made it to Mary Margaret though. I think the popcorn man picked it up by mistake but I can't be sure. In any case, it made me mad since my heart was pounding while I waited for Mary Margaret to get to her seat. I'm pretty sure he owes me a rose. I should take his popcorn maker. Back to my story. I figured now was a good time to share one of my luv
poems that I write. This one I have been working on for about 3 years now, and is to Heather Dinich:

Oh Heather, Heather my luv is real,
Your'e sweeter than brown sugar on a banana peel,
You own my heart, you own my soul,
Please write good things about UVA so we can go to a bowl,
Someday soon you'll see my grace,
When I approach you don't shoot me with mace,
Until then I leave you with this,
I cuddle real good and know how to kiss.

P.S. I think I'm a good kisser, I watched a Youtube video on how to do it, so you would be my first. Bonus!!

Yours Truly,

LOWIQHoo