Love is like a jagged bright street,
That runs through a darkness that is not complete...

Your beauty:
Unreal...

Rain quickly growing
Snow suddenly arising...

I am rowing and rowing
down a lake of fire...

Like bees to their
queen we flock to her...

Violet is the color of the
dress you wore when...

O! Sweet sorrow--
her feeble hands, shaking...

With an aching heart and a heavy chest,
I wonder: what if this is just a test...

I see people walking
down the street...

I was lost in time
I was lost in space...

So, we've reached the end
And it feels like...

Poetry and reading are for women,
and games and series are for nerds...