We've all lost someone...
A certain special someone...
Whether they've died,
Or you've grown apart.
Whether they've moved,
Or you've grown up.
I miss the people who have gone away.
But, maybe they're happier
Wherever they are. <3

Oh love, how you are so bitter sweet.
You reel in any sucker willing to bite.
You like to trick the nicest people.
Why it amuses you, we will never know.
But sometimes, you actually make matches.
Nice matches that last forever.
You are the best and the worst thing ever.
I love you. And yet I still loathe you.
You've helped me find the one.
But you've given me so much heartbreak.
Thank you. And *******.

Hey, so, I love you.
Do you love me too?
If so, respond promptly.
I'll wait patiently.
If no, run fast.
I'll still catch your sorry ***.

Act 1: selfless devotion and stuff

I loved her, but she was a zombie.
So I put her safe in a cage.
I knew she loved me too.
Because she always tried to hug me.
Sometimes the cage was hard to reach.
I'm glad she loves to follow me.
She liked to escape from her cage.
But I'd always put her back.
She was sneaky and got into sneaky places.
I love her 'cuz of her mischief.

Act 2: lovers in a dangerous time

There were other zombies, too.
I didn't love them at all.
They were mean and got in my way.
But I was a lot smarter than them.
There were lots of other zombies.
Lucky I'm a real good jumper.
Sometimes I'd even find a gun.
Take that, other zombies.
If bullets ran out, I'd find another gun.
Nothing's going to keep me from my girl.

Act 3: "philosopher" isn't a career

The other zombies got really angry.
That was when it got pretty scary.
My love was stronger than my fear.
Zombies aren't really that bad anyway.
They always stopped when she was safe.
Maybe they're happy for our love.
I loved her, and she loved me.
But then, she was a zombie.
Could we be together?
I saw her standing there.
And then I was a zombie too.

And all the humans everywhere died.
But the guy and gal zombies were in love, so it's good.
To celebrate, they made delicious pancakes.
(Zombies can make pancakes).
                                               The End.