I love the spring.
The summer and the warm weather.
The green grass and the bumble bees.
I know someday I'll be sad again.
Maybe when the cold returns, freezing all feelings of happiness.
Or maybe when you realize and see my flaws as an open book before your eyes
or when you get bored and leave me to love another.
Or maybe when we're old and life cruelly takes you before the heavens do me
but for now as the weather gets better so do I.
The sun in smiling and so am I.

Do you remember the cold day that you slipped your favorite braclette onto my limb as if to replace the shivering with material love
But instead of the charm it held your initial to lay forlorn on my pale flesh
Yet in reality it was just beads of my favorite colors patternized in the sequence of my heart beats.

"Face it," she said. "You're in love with a psychotic clown."
But what with a face that's not a frown?
While she sits him upon a throne and hands him a crown.
Only his deep spirits could bring her down.

Upon his face sets a wide grin
His true hearts malice lies deep within.
A love like this must be a sin
The love of the Joker and his Harley Quinn. ♥
(And don't call me puddin' )