In placid winter's night i lay,
as the two unite in forbidden love.
His heart yearns for its companion,
although oblivious to the reality.
Tonight i go to sleep with a restless heart,
as i sing the song of my wishful thinking.


Arts fac has a tendency to turn normal human beings into mentally unsound artfreaks *puts meatloaf on face*.

Sigh, if only you knew the heart wrenching truth.