Sick ; . ;

I've been told I think too much about a lot of things. Perhaps it's true, but it doesn't alter the fact that I can't help myself. I think about things and it tends to make me sick inside; especially when I think about love, romance, and relationships in general. *bluh*

My love for you will never cease
It haunts me now, a dread disease
Gnawing away, my time, my mind
Stop the pain, my soul, I'll sign
The dawn is breaking on my sleepless eyes
This heart, these breaths, filled with sighs
I say, "Perhaps I'll find the cure,"
But my weary heart is still unsure
A minute, a second, the time just slips away
I stall, I pause, screw up the courage to say
Nothing

Post query: why are all the cutest girls -
1) dating someone else
2) not interested in me
3) conspiring against me to make me sick and kill me via ulcer
(I may have made up the last one)

I defy you and your tasty ways Newton!

First drawing/comic of the new year~
Yes, I know it's February. Get off my back.
Some may say that this comic was inspired by that song from Wicked. Maybe. But it wasn't. Entirely I mean.
It was actually inspired by Bill Waterson's drawing of a T-Rex in a jet. BRILLIANT.

We all should fly,
Out and up beyond
We could do it by plane
By jet pack or by prayer
Or by the seat of our pants
Forgive my fear of heights
Because I know one thing
When we all fly, fly away
We can look down here
In awe of how many
Problems we had
That could be
Fixed by just
Flying away
Just flying
away
away

I was thinking of you

Our time is nearly gone
After winter comes the dawn
Will your sunshine smile rise again?
Must I now face this unknown when?
I dread to dream of dreary days
To live without your charming ways
And tangle with the heavy weather
While I dream of us together
But a favor I now ask of you
Your tender lips 'gainst mine
Ere we bid ado?

Because I'm Too Shy to Say So

Wonder at blue, cloudless skies
Sun drenched breezes flow
Drinking the smile from your visage
Clumsy words caught in my throat,
"I think I love you"
Strikes a hammer blow to the ears
The sound of silence contrasts velvet soft
That your smile would speak aloud
To be tray a hint of your heart's true life