I don't know why
But its simple
Cause' I can see your shining smile
And your dimples
The moment I saw you
You grew a pimple
And really
It is that simple

From your head to your toes
I notice every detail
Why am I inspired
By this lovely female?
Love is in the air
I guess I inhaled
If this is a test
I swear I won't fail

The way you kiss
Is so bliss
And oh I miss
Your lips
Better yet your hips
Causes my heart to fly
Then it rips
With joy...
I can even see the emptiness
In your eyes
And that is what I'm trying to destroy...

Good Evening, Moon!
here we are again
just the two of us
or so it seems.
- How are you, my friend?

How was your evening, Moon?
how many sleepless children,
how many doting couples,
how many broken hearts,
- have you seen tonight?

Are you happy, Moon?
with your given task,
when you look down upon us.
Or do you wish to be somewhere else?
- I would understand!

How do you bear it, Moon?
all those people,
relying on you
blaming you
confiding in you.
- Will you tell me the way?

How do you do it, Moon?
Keeping yourself together,
steadily moving forward,
never looking back.
- I don't seem to get it!

Will you be there, Moon?
for me to talk to,
to share my secret wishes
and the cruel pain?
- I thank you for it!

Not afraid of death
But afraid to die
I fear the unknown
I hate this life
All it does
Is bring me pain
I feel empty
I feel plain
I don't want to die
Or fall apart
But I'm losing hope
For my broken heart

I would give you everything,
yes, every piece of me,
and wish to give you more.
I wish I could describe it to you,
the amount of love I feel.
Maybe quantify it, so
we can visualize it.
Is it a million, a hundred million?
Maybe infinity and more.
The word "love" is just not strong
enough. So how do I tell you?
Adoration, and passion, and lustfulness,
and fondness. All of these words, no,
none of them are powerful enough.
So maybe my own word is
an order, for who is to say
I cannot?
Lishvilnesh!
Hesmelah!
Bakeldohm!
I cannot describe the amount
of love I have for you, so
it must be lishvilnesh! I'm
overcome by hesmelah! I cannot
contain the bakeldohm!
Ah, but it is not so easy,
for it would take hundreds of years to
attach such weight to a word, and
infinitely many more
to attach my feelings
for you.

...
...

Nothing.
I have Nothing.
No ideas,
No plot points,
No characters,
No adventures.
Nothing.
I keep waiting for something to hit me........
                                                                                                               *Hopefully not literally

First of all you're a number one best friend
simply top notch.
(even if you try to constantly rub your ****
on my crotch)
Second, you've got the most posters on your wall
then there are leaves on the ground in fall.
and third, you are the best at doing your best,
you can totally tell you try harder then all the rest
that say the do