>.> Wait, Buns does poems too?

OMG. It's a poem. Be nice, drawing is my forte, not poetry.

She gazed at the pale moon above
And turned her thoughts to unrequited love

A sighing breeze blew through her mind
Sturring up her thoughts not knowing what she'd find

A hopeless face turned towards a midnight sky
A small voice asking to truely die

A tired heart strainging hard to beat
A broken body staying in its seat

Tears dry before they begin to fall now
A small whimper afraid to really ask how

With street below and moon above
In which direction would she like a shove?

Weary eyelids begin to fall
Allow a comforting darkness's soft call

Her worries will not enter here
And thair once grinning faces will not leer.

I like it. Amateur-ish in wording, however, with the point and meaning of it---I'm willing to overlook it. ^^ Yeah, i didnt even know you liked to write Buns!! Yeah. I like it. You should illustrate it now. ^o^

Hah, it's actually based off a pic I did.
Then I was bored in Psych.
But yeah,
I write pretty often.
My command, however, over the English language is not as strong as I'd like it to be.

Oh, that's okay. You have a nice wit though, so it makes up for it.^^ If i said cool things as often as you do, I'd be pretty well off. ^.-

Hah, thanks.
^^