Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
    So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

There's a monster under my bed
That crawls out every night
To listen to all my thoughts

He listens attentively
And stands there with nothing
But an understanding face

Not only is he a stranger
Nor a monster but my
Bestfriend and only friend

He understands me
He comforts me and
Never judges me

The monster under my bed.

If you're gone
The waves will still crash
The rain will still fall
The leaves will still change

But if you're gone
I will crash with the waves
I will fall among the raindrops
It will change me like the leaves

So if you're gone
The world may still revolve
The Sun may still burn
But I will never be the *same