Agony/Ecstasy

And quiet is the thought of you,
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A thousand kisses deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A thousand kisses deep.

Formal Complaint

Oh fuck off Universe.
And isn't it way too early in my cycle for PMS?

And, why am I like THIS?