Spiker4wash

To be or not to be. That is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the minds of men to live within the arms of desire, or to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For when we have shuffled of this mortal coil black clad slippers of disregard shall evermore in haunting lay as the bare bodkin at my side rests. A calm reminder as my life is broken at your feet again. To sleep, to sleep perchance to dream A wicked tempest of doubt flies quickly overhead and takes a steely grip on my soul For as I proclaim the love and adoration You turn away. The sight of your shame haunts my affection to the point of disdain o

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways, For knowing how day leads on to day, And silence but for the lovers say, A great goodbye, save heartbreak there. The pitiless monster of time and greed, We have been warned but won't take heed, And as I yearn I run to thee, Hoping my soul, from pieces spare. Yet how I do love thee, a beautiful cry, My heart in your hands as each day we die, To life as we know it, the intricate lie, To start a world we've wanted to share. But as for the levers, keep a silent kiss, They love as I love thee, always know this.