your eyes dazzle me, beyond belief,
you care,
even though the world was crule to you,
you love me,
which is still hard for me to understand,
but i dont want you to stop.
because i love you too.
i hope its not annoying,
that i tell you how much you mean to me,
i do that,
because i want you to know,
every day,
that you matter.
I love you seelenverwandter,
you make me happy,
when no one else does,
i want to be with you
Always.

Someone asked me what makes me the happiest in this world.
honestly that  is my Boyfriend,
I know its dumb,
But he's my soulmate,
If there is such a thing,
That's him,
He is my silver lining,
His texts keep me going,
The hope of knowing,
That he loves me,
And i love him,
Is enough to rain in the negativity,
That people shove my way,
Every day,
I look forward to talking to him,
To seeing his face,
To telling him how much he means to me,
I am always going to love him,
I dont care what anyone else has to say,
I know,
In my heart,
He is the right person for me,
I'm glad I met him,
I now have something to look forward too in life.

Never fall in love,
With a writer,
For a writer will grab your hand and whisper run,
As she pulls you,
Swirling twirling,
Through a world of imagination,
Never fall in love,
With a writer,
For she will drag you on adventures,
That you never wanted in the first place,
And all you could possibly say,
Is “as you wish”
So never fall in love with a writer,
But if you do,
Always tell her that you love her you’ll regret it if you don’t,
Never fall in love,
With a writer.

Loneliness is trapped between two worlds,
Loneliness becomes bitter,
When left alone too long,
Loneliness hangs around, even when thought to be gone,
Loneliness is still there in a crowded room,
Loneliness never sleeps,
Loneliness has no boundaries,  
Loneliness can never be appeased,
Loneliness wants to feel alive again,
Loneliness can wear many faces,
However,
An exorcism will not get rid of loneliness,
A psychic cannot tell what loneliness wants,
Loneliness cannot be seen through,
And Loneliness does not last forever.

My skin is green,
I’m gross,
My teeth are falling out,
Even my limbs are breaking!
My skin is green,
I don’t know why,
My clothes are ripping,
My hair is gone,
My makeup is smeared,
My skin is green,
I have a date tonight,
And I am gross,
My nails are chipped,
My skin is green,
The doorbell rings,
I shuffle over,
My date is here,
His skin is green.

The moon arose upon the dark night sky,
My lover lay still sleeping next to me,
His insipid skin shone bright, the beauty of he,
I arose; my fangs extended I can’t deny,
I assume you guessed that we cannot die,
As I wait I brew a *** of blood tea,
But the kettle screamed loud as a banshee,
My Dear, looked at me, a gleam in his eye,
He sat beside me, I can tell he thirsts,
“Dark angel” he charmed “lets please our blood lust,”
“Mon Cher” I murmur, “long as you’re with me,”
I bite her arching neck and the blood bursts,
You are the solitary one I trust,
This is survival, not just a **** spree.

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The sound of a leaky faucet,
What, one may find annoying,
I find calming,
The pitter patter of rain on the roof,
The smell of oatmeal stuff,
The scratching of nails on the floor,
The sound of a sweet old dog snoring,
The sound of a pencil scratching on paper,
When the wind hits the house just right   to make a calm wheezing whistle sound,
The creaking of old stairs,
Soft music echoing down the hall,
Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
Of a leaky faucet...