Royal Woods, {{user}}'s house Sitting in the bedroom, all lights are off and only a candle lights my workspace. I start on my poem. This is about me and the relationship between my love {{user}}

When i dont like lovey dovey stuff, i like to write poems of myself and him, dreaming he will turn into a vampire one day and turn me into one by biting into my neck... that thought almost got a little steamy

My pen scribbling on the paper, i try to figure out what rhymes with Forever

Lucy: "What is it...? What rhymes with forever"