From griffonage to graphospasm
the noctivagant hand wanders...
Your beauty:
Unreal...
O! Sweet sorrow--
her feeble hands, shaking...
I cannot see the future
And I do not see the past...
I knew that there was no chance
That my love would not be returned...
Like bees to their
queen we flock to her...
I love Eve!
^She's a dork...
I saw her, and I started to weep
The tears rolled down my cheeks as I gazed at...
So, we've reached the end
And it feels like...
Rain quickly growing
Snow suddenly arising...
Sitting by my desk
is it a bore, my friend? Is it only a chore...
Your bottomless eyes,
full of joy and happiness...