I'm Not Good At Talking About Myself.

They're A Little Strange, But I'm Pretty Sure Neither Of Them Is Going To Try To Make Me Uncomfortable By Stripping Naked.

If He Goes And Dies On Me Now, I Know I'll Go Completely Insane.

And Then He Gives Me A Smile That Just Seems So Genuinely Sweet With Just The Right Touch Of Shyness That Unexpected Warmth Rushes Through Me.

As Coal Pressured Into Pearls By Our Weighty Existence. Beauty That Arose Out Of Pain.

I Merely Feel Emptyness. A Hollow Of Dead Brush Where Flowers Use To Bloom.