Let me guess...a library?

as in bowls me over bowls

there should be an inhalation at the end of these lines.

and i miss reading your heart

Words are not meant to persuade But to convey... perfect synthesis.

i like reading your mind

Facinating poems...

True. But you can stop by hating someone.

I hear children's voices reading lines 12 through 14. I would hope that there are teachers in this country who might listen to their students as well as you seem to listen to yours. I admit that lines 7 through 11 are a bit off putting in that the images have already been overused in the daily media. But all in all, it seems to be an honest effort.

you are a deconstructionist, in a twist of taking down all that has fallen apart.

I have this giant black friend with a shlong like a python. He likes Perry Como music and (up)tight cunts, and wants to get in contact with you.

By the way, you were outranked ages ago, by Popeye: I yam what I yam.

>>I am, unique.<< Sigh. That's as far as I came. I really wonder why you bother with puncts and comma's and spaces.