Him: I'd like to request that we take a digital snapshot, not remember in black and white. Our keen insight developing symphonies Our harmonious future. I need a piece, I need the key to twist Turn this defeating suture.
Her:* It breaks my heart to see your disease. In my bones I wish to mend your seams I'd give you my lungs to let you breathe To you my love I send . . .But to me your soul is dead I'd rather be friends instead