Happiness, sunshine beams,
sturdy cores, joyous gleams...

Waxen White as fluffy clouds
the fly bursts through its egg...

Cluttered in a mannerly sense,
thrown across scattered contents...

Fairy tales and lullabies
how I love those golden eyes...

Pens are not the only thing
that cannot be erased...

An extra soul for life.
A household for your strife...

Sometimes it's hard
to be a good friend...

There is always a person,
that's close to your heart...

One single fight,
broke us apart...

What is the worth
of a pair shoes...

No greater pain than unborn love.
For there deserted laid a dove...

Reiterate my pointless fact.
For what I know is what you lacked...