I want to just confess,
Not creating a mess,
I love to see her work,
Not some sweaty one,
But right when she studies.

The angel studies dedicatedly,
And I am proud to help her,
Not that she can't do without me,
The tulip is intelligent enough,
But I want to be the dew drops on her.

My friends
Write of lovers they miss
Everyday.
I don't.
I write
Of a knight in shining armor
Who has
So peacefully rescued me
From
Terrifying,
Fire-breathing,
All-nighters.
It pains me
That in these next few days
Away from his embrace
I am left
Staring at his weaponry:
Hot dog pillows
Duvets
Comforters.
With them,
He's won many battles.
But now I'm back here,
Locked up in this tower of
Unfinished requirements.
The essays
Have destroyed the stairwell.
Lab reports
Have blocked up my doors
And he left me,
Sleep left me
A damsel in distress
With caffeine and homework
Running in my bloodstream.
I peek out of my window,
Stare at the ground below,
Still not a sign of Sleep anywhere.
My friends
Write of lovers they miss
Everyday.
I don't.
I write of one I miss
Every night.

A display of deft actions is only so
good up to that hour of realization
after a hostile event of failure
that any more such efforts will go
in vain and would surely cause
remorseful tears to escape from
your dark pearly eyes in future

So be deft enough to study well
but don't be daft enough buddy
mouth gaping stupidly at all the
results having gone awry later...