There are two different kinds of hopeless romantics
One keeps their romance behind padded walls
So others don't know what's going on

The other one is me
Who parades one openly
Hoist's her gracefully
On a cheribum seat feathered in gold
With a microphone in mine hand
Screaming

She's mine mi amour'
She's mine
She's mine queen
Leaveth her alone thou scowling dog's....

As tis I may maketh her embarrassed
During this process

She shalt thank me later
Privately behind those padded walls..

With an angel kiss
Upon mine wearied cheek...

One little
Two little
Three little students
Running home from school.
Four little
Five little
Six little students
Not paying attention to rules.
Seven little
Eight little
Nine little students
They're playing on the street.
Let's make sure
Our little students
Have a safe summer break.
Oh, and by the way,
All ten little students
Made it home today.

It was not just a kiss where
the lips meet and then that's
the end. I felt him in my blood
stream. I felt alive. Wanting
the sun to drench my skin.
Wanting the world to know
how madly in love i am with
him. Flowers bloomed from
around us just like they do in
the season of spring. He brushed
the chaos and pain off of me
while our lips met to kiss over
and over again. He kissed
me with such passion that
caused my heart to beat after
I have put it to sleep. His kiss felt
like the best kind of poetry as
it felt soft and sweet* ~

The dark taught
me how to write.
While he taught
me how to love
with the remaining
ashes of my broken
little innocent
heart* ~