To my desire,

My inner soul bleeds red for you,

your touch like a thousand feathers grazes my skin

I crave the shock of your beauty,

I long for your embrace.

Please, my darling, ease my burden,

ease this aching yearning that my heart feels for you.

Tell me that I am your Juliet

and compare me to a Summer's day.

Tell me you need me

as much as I need you.

The pain in unbearable, knowing that I am

a book with no title to you.

I sound as desperate as a Shakespeareian sonnet,

but darling, you leave me no choice

because you could care less.

- That One Girl You Know