Love is a verb and I'm waiting for you to move.

I turn my back for you to stab.

Can't brain; Got the dumb.

Quasimodo had it harder than you, but you're sorrier for yourself...

The night is a melancholy blanket that wraps you up in an amorous grasp while she feeds the depths of confusion and chaos.

I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things...

I have enough figurative language to own a Haiku full of Japan.

Your song has been sung and I am lost somewhere within the crescendo

Nothing is more pathetic than the bore who claims attention and gets it.

Sometimes when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.