Nothings Promised, Not The Rest Of Tonight,

Love Is A Mental Illness, An Obsessive-compulsive Disorder Romanticized!

No Expectations, No Disappointments!

For Some Of Us Love Comes Into The Room, Kicks Her Shoes Off, ?nds The Most Comfortable Sofa, And Lies Down, Rests, Has No Intention Of Going Anywhere. For Others Love Walks In Smoking A Cigarette, Checking Her Watch Every Two Seconds, Jittery, With One Hand On The Doorknob, Heart Rate Up, Always In Sprinter’s Position, Ready To Run.

But Sometimes Living In Denial Was The Only Way To Keep A Man From Going On A Killing Spree.

A Full Moon Is A Flashlight So Everyone Can See Your Drama!