You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that.
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
Humility is nothing but truth, and pride is nothing but lying.
Who’s that knocking on my grave and will not let me sleep, a year has one.
They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now