Born an only child. Began writing at age 11, seriously at age 16.
How can I best please you?
How can I make you happy?
What does it take to make you smile?
Does it take candy and flowers that woos the most soft-hearted of women?
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'What am I doing? ! ' I know not what I do. Time has gone against me as always, and my luck has called it 'quits' as well.
'What am I doing? ! ' I'm being a complete idiot. I see her, sitting in the sunlight, hair flowing in the breeze, looking like almighty Aphrodite amidst the summer setting.
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Before you end it all just wait, for I have something to say.
I beg of you to hear me out, and much to my disdain;
I understand all the pain you've endured and I'm ashamed,
for I couldn't keep the storms of life at bay from taking hold...
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I know our time together always feels that if we were to breathe;
it would end and we'd be apart again.
Yet time away feels like a lifetime;
when I'm away from you,
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I am but a lonesome, humble musician willing to pour my soul into the perfect harmonic piece for m'lady for her beauty ushers forth such a glorious sound from my instrument as the world has yet to know, it's beauty shall become matchless.
The quartet of my heart sings out, the cello strums the harden bits of pain, despair, lust, and hatred that my heart was thought to have hid so well. I knew the darker me, and intimacy with my inner demon had set down the path of revenge and destruction. Were it not for you my angel, I would not be here today.
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