Love

A feeling you think you feel but you actually don't
Love usually ends in the other person stabbing you right in the back.

A poem of Love;
Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
Why did you leave me Karin?
What did I do?

by Killer Bean March 15, 2018

Brodacious

Its something that's so rad it just makes you go "brooooooo!"

Golly that sure was brodacious

by Killer Bean March 15, 2018