I want to roll over in the night and feel your enchanting presence.
You're intoxicating.
I want to feel your arm flop over my torso in the night, and hear your sleepy whimpers.
Being with you makes me weak in the loveliest of ways.
Why, I could lie awake and listen as you breathe, watch your lungs as they tactfully rise up and down, for hours.
You, my dear, are mesmeric. Trance-enduring, and ever so magnificent.
You're the exact thing i've been fantasising about. You're the escape I need to keep myself sane in the audacity that's more commonly known as reality.

You're my one and only.

Oh Bassanio,
why are you such a mystery?
I can't find any evidence,
you're the cause of my misery.

You are a low-life racist,
You nearly killed your friend!
I'll say,
you are a fiend.

Bassanio,
why don't you just die?
Then,
I can gleefully say 'Bye Bye'.

A secret it must stay
Sad blue eyes
if only to reveal
the fleeting moment
of unspoken thoughts
of unbridled love
all too soon to disappear
in a sip of an afternoon tea
and the lingering after taste
of a secret affair.

She sat on the chair
Looking down at her flaws
She feels like she's drowning
She was barely breathing

You can see the tears
In her eyes
She said
I'm fine
But she lied

The thoughts in her head
Drove her insane
She got a pair of scissors
And ran away

She went to the bathroom
And locked the doors
She took it to her skin
Until she saw blood

She felt the pain
That she needed
It was relief
That she wanted

Men went happily to death
But they were not the men
Who marched
For years
Up to the line.
These rode a few times
And were gone
Leaving a heritage of obscene song.

Can I say God took your life? That he took it because
you were amazing, and he was jealous of us.
That he reached in and forcefully took it,
while my head was turned or my eyes glanced away
at something you had pointed out.

Can I say it was someone else's fault?
That these things only happen to good people because
only good people can survive them.
That we didn't deserve this, and
we didn't deserve you.

Today I write the saddest lines
Because today a nation is mourning.
Today we pray for the victims
Because today they are no longer with us.
Today we wait and listen
Knowing that the parents' children won't be coming home.
Today we realize the importance of teachers
And how we take for granted their sacrifices they make for their students.
Today we will remember not the name of the gunman,
But the names of the teachers who gave their lives
And the class of young children who won't see Santa this year.
So let us not forget what happened on 12/14/12
But also know that today is another day that hopefully we can move one step closer to justice
And peace.