Boring...!!!
Perching on the edge of his seat, In his dimly-lit bedroom, He can hear his aching heart beat, Nothing shrouds him but gloom. The sky outside is pitch black, No trace of movement in the street, Suddenly he wishes she were back, Once again, to sweep him off his feet. Without her, a part of him is missing, A void within widens with each minute, Clueless as to what the lonely tomorrow brings, Weakened, he is now, as ghosts of memory hit. (just for fun!!!:-D)