March 6, 2007
She's the holiest one I know.
Yet, she's my demon, I'm so
Tortured. But it's OK for me.
I have never been so sure about
Anything, as I am at this now.

When people talk, and when they
Judge, and when stars crumble,
The moon is clearly a jealous
Device, romanticized by vampires.
But it's OK, I am a romantic.

All it took was some tick-tock.
All it took was some sincerity.
All it took was some integrity.
All it takes is some assurity.
All is OK for me, romanticize me.

Many ask "WWJD?" But I just wonder,
WDJD? (What did Jesus do?) For me.
I hold the gun to my head, but
Then I realize how romantic it is.
She destroyed everything before today.

Once again, my life changes for
A purpose so mundane, I fight for it.
Will she see things like I see them?
Then I wonder, What would she do?
Then I wonder, what did she do?