Greg Dills

Rookie (WurtzBurg, Germany)

Biography of Greg Dills

Well im 18, i listen to music like all the time i try to be cool with just about anyone and i write poetry some people dont no why i write poem's i think i love to write.Really anyone can write poem's they just have to love to write and have lot's of talent i think people have there own destiney they have to fullfill.I almost gave up on life i won't even lie about that I gave up on love a long time ago even thoe im only 17 doesn't mean anything.I love girls i treat girls, ladies, women or whatever you wanna be called with respect.I dont ask for anything from anyone i just don't want to see girl's sad or anything like that i will stick up for a girl who needs to be protected i love my little sister that's why i won't let her date till she is 30 lol...well maybe sooner then that but she is growing up starting to like the whole thing with boy's crazy right but i kinda feel bad for the boy that she brings home becouse he will have to go threw the whole family and then some but enouph about that im just a simple minded person trying to find what his purpose is in this huge world, we call earth so i'll take all the help i can get to help in my soon to be new life away from home well i think i have a few good things about me i like meeting a load of new people i am kinda shy but im getting used to the whole meeting new people thing but i never really had those many friends i like to skateboard if i havent already mentioned it i love my friends till death i guess im doing better then when i was 15 or 16 i think this is the turning point in my life i dont like having drama in my life i am the most nicest person to ever know beleive it or not im not lieing about that but judge as you may i know who i am and what i stand by so that is all i have to say.

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Too Love

AH, how sweet it is to love!
Ah, how gay is young Desire!
And what pleasing pains we prove
When we first approach Love's fire!
Pains of love be sweeter far
Than all other pleasures are.

Sighs which are from lovers blown
Do but gently heave the heart:

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