Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean and when I think about us I wonder were either of us ever civil. Dead Beat… you wanted to live and apparently I wanted to die because I was infected with my love for you, DNA chained, strained, and to blame.

You left me in darkness.

Maybe I’m better off not saying anything, guys talk about sex all the time and get girls that love them; I choose love and no girl even likes me, not to mention what happened with “Sweetness” Hushing Love… a better chance of silencing my heart.

There is nothing more magical than awaking to the one that you love.

Finding the joy of silence shared with someone you love.

Newsflash, I still have a heart and it continues to beat even when I wish that it didn’t. News of a New Heartbeat… maybe I thought you would like to know “Sweetness” but I’m only dreaming aren’t I; there is nothing to report on the two of us.

Poem.

This is a poem.

Romantic courting.

A poem for a certain someone.