Obsession I sit there everyday, Just watching. She's never noticed me before, but then again, why should she? The day goes by, we have few classes together. Every time i see her, I watch. At lunch she laughs, in math she sleeps. She never notices, and I never speak. At the end of the day, I go home, and sleep, wake up, eat dinner then sleep some more. I have some friends, they all know what I do. "Why won't she notice, why can't she see?" I say. "She's just a popular, get over her. They're all pretty faces and no brains anyway," one of my friends, Susy, replies. "Yeah, come on, they're much better people than her anyway," another friend, David, says. No I think to myself, there is no one better. "Hey, Lover-boy, you still in there?" Susy says as she waves her hand in front of my face.
The birth of the MoonShe breathes the light of the dayAnd takes the skies of the nightsleepless ventures under the dark and open skywaiting for the lightStarry skies enjoyed,so full of lifein the midst of it allshe lies to the nightthe night returnsand says"for nevermore shall you need this sky""for i shall take this burden of the light"seeing the lies of lightwhat takes the night but a secondfor bloodIn deathwith morbid theft of lifethe light shines nowif only for the nightand only for what we see at nightoh moon how we love youand fear the skies where he drains the light.