By Arcassin Burnham

Come a little closer let me tell you about the time me
And the bat met,
Even though it's bad , it's things that I don't regret,
A secret is a secret and I hope that you keep it,
You're gullible so you will, step inside my world a little bit,
The horrors that await you , other men could not compare
To what I've been through, whatever I say intrigues you,
Telling me it's not too late to save myself, and bathe myself
under the good mens water, but all the waters poisoned, so what
The ****,
I could tell you throwing a man off the side of a bridge was
exhilarating the first time and you'd still be okay with,
working here *****
My stories were so good too to you , that you shared yours and I admired that,
But I just wanna get out of here and never see you again,
Can you live with that?
I'm crazy and sadistic, ****** becomes simplistic,
Not taking any hostages , I'm so satanistic,
Patiently waiting, moving in silence , I'm too distant,
So lady you couldn't handle what I'm throwing , can you catch it?

Know what I think I'll call you harley , would like that?
You listened to every story I told , I lied but you didn't know that,
I'm clearly on some **** that'll make your exes wanna step back,
I'll probably **** them anyway standing over a their corpse as I
Laugh,
Besides all that your beauty speaks to me in calms of a hundred
Infested oceans , bet you didn't know that I was a poet,
There's a thin line between how much I tell you and you misinterpret,
I wanna know if your love is worth it,
If you let me out of these restraints,I'll take you out,
I'll ease the pain , you quit your job, we go rob banks,
Treat you like **** , make you go down for all the things
that I just did, I do not kid,run from the bat,
He captured you and I attack, your too attached,
We fight , we argue , I give you a smack, we laugh and
then relax , on piles of money, life is funny,
Finding someone like you makes you feel in luxury,
Making memories, clown princess of crime you mean so
much to me,
I'm sucker for your lovely body, and even in my deepest circumstance
I'm glad to have a harley.

You should have been the soul that Edgar Allen Poe loved,
So that he wouldn't have died miserable and alone,
You are the Morticia to my Gomez; deadly in love,
We would make a quirky Addams family, bar none,

I love the nerds in us and the banter of annoyance,
I love the moments of radiant love and our nature of being different,
'Cause we did meet exceptionally over persistence,
And we accept each other regardless of difference,

I wish that our love will remain eternal,
Narrated by Obi-Wan,
With a theme song by John Williams,
Directed by Lucas, nah, we don't need direction,
I do know, we need a Queen, and that's you my puddin'!
Leia to my Solo,
A Queen-B-lovin'-Quinn to my Joker,
A die-hard Drake lover with a heart for the Dark Side,
This Vader loves his Amidala, xoxoxo,
We would revel on any side but the holy!
May this love never fade, and be full of surprises,
But not the kind where there is nasi lemak with no ikan bilis!
But you make the best **** nasi lemak, sigh,
I'm forever grateful for my Babloo
I'm forever grateful that you're by my side,
My Annabel Lee, I'm grateful Poe never met you,
'Cause you're all mine!

Twisted
and broken
Dancing
And limping
Your perfect puppet on strings,
Bowing
And
Bending
In time to your madness;
A tiny porcelain ballerina
Spinning on a pedestal,
As you orchestrate our final symphony.
My sweet,
Scary
Maestro of monsters,
My Conductor of Chaos
And pain,
I adore you-
My darlin,
My puddin.
Bleeding
and hopeful
Here I am,
Still,
By your side;
Your fondest hit
Your favorite toy to squeeze
(the life out of)
Your prisoner in love;
(Your good girl)
Begging for just a little more.
Heave me over the side
Again
Drown me in your molten insanity,
Push me under-
Just.
One.
More.
Time.
To feel the thrills,
The chills,
The danger;
The happiness
Of liberating manic laughter-
To feel the helpless despair
As I perform in your circus.
Here I am,
To beg a bullet
For these lips,
That praise your deeds,
And pray for release,
For a mutual destruction,
A final comedy written in blood.
I guess...
the joke is on me after all...
Right, Mr. J?

"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' )