I over-analyze and under-appreciate,
My life of working and flirts falls back.
Finally on my first day off,
I let my creativity run all over blank fresh pages.
The incredible feeling of writing personal poetry is a feeling I've surely missed.
I sit here on my giant blue couch,
sipping my coffee of 7 sugars and 3 creams which is soothing my stuffy nose,
And lulling me to relaxation.
[Urgent update]
I'm still in love.
And never been so sure that this relationship (nearing 2 years) is the best I could have asked for.
He is my life, love, best-friend, inspiration, and my complete opposite.
And our love is even stronger.
My happiness has passed over the maximum line,
And my constant hard work has payed off with this day of adding many new heart filled poetry to my binder.
Metaphors, Imagery, Similes, and Themes will fill my day of lounging.
And I couldn't be more excited and inspired.
) and well I was sitting and decided I haven't seen my journal or my poetry binder for well..ever! so I paged through and all these new thoughts and lines just flowed over my brain and I grabbed some paper and let it all out. I'm very happy that I did. I missed writing 
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