Many a sleepless night I found,
Myself thinking of you.
The way you walk,
The way you sing,
The way you talk.
The more I think of you,
The more I dream of you,
Without ever actually sleeping.

Sucks, but I am going against the ninja here...

Starry skies

Starry skies,
The beauty of the cosmos.
How does it feel
To look back in time?

Short poem is short

What I do for you

What i do for you
id everything
cooking cleaning
to me you have no meaning
thats what i do for you

why me

What I do for you,
Is combine u and i to make two.
And even though our lives are poo,
I know ill always have you.

Sucked huh? but its my first one.

I wake to the sunlight

Why me?
I ask myself all the time.
Why me?
Why do I deserve to be the victim of his crime?

wont finish that one lol.

HEY SHAMALAMA DING DONG

Joey's:
I wake to the sunlight
of this glorious day
Dawn's beauty breaking
through the clouds
I feel happiness.

Moon's:

HEY SHAMALAMA DING DONG
THIS PHRASE SOUNDS SO WRONG
Someone must have bought a new bong...

Are you sure?

Ninja'd. a very late ninja.... hmm hopefully i will not be ninja'd as i try to fix the ninja'd-ed.

I wake to the sunlight,
To find you beside me.
Nothing is more beautiful than you,
Because you are all I see.
I want to be there as you awaken.
I want to help you calm down when you feel shaken.

I will always be here
To hold your hand
To wipe your tears
To dance with you
To hold you near
To sing with you
To get rid of your fears.

I love you.
With every cell in me.
I know you do too.
You have my heart and the key.

Never written it from a guys POV. kewl.
I so know that i have been ninja'd BUT OH FRIGGIN WELL.

Are you sure?
that the sky is blue
Are you sure?
that penguins never flew

Are you sure?
that space is endless
Are you sure?
that is not yor mess

Are you sure?
that we are not specks of dust
Are you sure?
that we must

Are you sure?

next line
How do i get out of here

How do I get out of here?
This nightmare, it controls me.
There is but one way out,
But that requires more than I am able.

The way is shut,
The drums are sounding,
My time draws near,
My heart is pounding.

As I see his face
Terror grips me
My worst enemy is:
Myself.

Random, yet not...

Help us escape