Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

What if your face was a poem alone… I bet People would read it and cry, And some would feel inflated afte… Because they witnessed something

You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue

I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.

When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know

I can’t cease to think about him. His bitter way only warms my heart… He frightens me and excites me. He always heightens my senses. He makes my heart hurt.

Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness

While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,

Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.

I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…

If you’re happy, then I’m happy. I’ll be ok if you’re ok. I can’t die without you living. I won’t move on without you search… At night, do you think about me?

Nobody can see the darkness in me, And when I go deep, I bring a flashlight to slash thro… The dark. I once used to frolic in light,

Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this: