Nocturnal poetry. Dressed in the whitest silver, you'd smile at me. Every night I wait for my sweet Selene. . But, still. Solitude's upon my skin. A life that's bound by the chains of reality.
Oh have you seen Miss Molly. Her cheeks are rosy red.. Her lips are soft as satin and they taste like ginger bread.. . Oh. Oh. Oh. Me oh my Miss Molly, I'm in love with you..