This is a book is full of poems that describe the things we sometimes feel when we are down, or very happy. I hope you enjoy it. :)

Sherlock hasn't been himself lately, his mind is clouded and his deductions won't come, he doesn't understand it. All these strange emotions he's encountering revolve around John, it's always John. Little does Sherlock know, that these emotions are love, and he's not so unemotional as he believes. This is a story about how Sherlock shows John his heart, but will John take it?

the things i write while i'm sad i suppose [this is rlly old, dont waste your time and read something worthy]

Sometimes I decide I want to write down my thoughts. Sometimes I share them. Sometimes I don't.

A testament of angry love.