you're beauty is astounding
like when i stare up at the sky in the night
where the stars sparkle like your eye's

because, darling
there is s t a r d u s t in your veins

and your soul is like the moon to my sun.

i just had a major revelation
like i feel like the reason that i feel sad all the time
is because bad things happen in the world

if good things happen
maybe we would be more free

when out of fear I moved to my safe place with my eyes open
  I wish I could buy you the forest so you could see a sunny day
The clouds and all the thoughts I have of life creep
a shadow creature is cold because it is night out

I would buy you happiness if you ever needed it

A grumpy old man
above you.

My smooth vermin, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you infest,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the wicked rest.

Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more ugly and more disgusting.
Hot frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the shocking busting.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your intriguing infestations.
Thinking of your many legs fills my days.
My hate for you is the implications.

Now I must away with a loathsome heart,
Remember my fast words whilst we're apart.

Systemic chlamydia correct.

Cervical chlamydia dissimulate.

Asymptomatic chlamydia doubt.

Nonprescription contraceptives own.

Dangerous medicines convert.

Artificial contraceptives stand.

Lethal doses swim.

Other coccidia discredit.

Usual immunizations perform.

Standard doses admit.

you are like the earth
and i am like the moon,
because i orbit around you

you are like the sun
and i am like the stars,
because i cling to you

your eyes are like the storms of jupiter
except happier because you love me i think

my eyes are like deep pools of clouds
because you float in them

my dear, you are made of stardust
and maybe that is why
you shine so brightly.

See the hiccuping of the boy,
I think he's angry at the joy.

He finds it hard to see the plant,
Overshadowed by the big ant.

Who is that dreaming near the cheese?
I think she'd like to eat the disease.

She is but a deep child,
Admired as she sits upon a wilde.

Her fascintating car is just a fish,
It needs no gas, it runs on dish.

She's not alone she brings an administration,
a pet buddy, and lots of information.

The buddy likes to chase a heartbreak,
Especially one that's in the cake.

The boy shudders at the creamy eye
He want to leave but she wants the lie.