of course I’m still in love.
many of them. one with you, one is yours. and I look so warmly forward to you. it is still you I speak to; I hear when my mind is quiet. and it’s you I purely cry for, if anything I’ll ever do could be. of course. maybe always
oh, it’s starting
oh it’s starting. Oh it’s starting Oh it’s starting! Oh, it’s over Oh it’s over oh it’s over oh it’s over
you are not more important than me.
I know what you are like,
well. and cannot breathe when you are w ith me. for the scent I still spend quiet time remembering . .
Regret turns me
into a wilting paper flower Good for nothing but to write down what I love there for another
I had dreams that stuck with me
They stuck with me. I had a dream you love me Lady, love me. Love me ! love me, H-h?hold and You can touch me Kiss me (lightly, (Lovely (lovely) Softly ugh she’s all Complete and i Could never get enough (!) please Put yourself above me Lush and comely, Lady lovely
I know you think I know the truth.
all truth, or so you thought. I think you think I am the truth. or was (but I am not.) And I know you think you know that, but I left it all unsaid. The truth is I'm holding a bird in my hand, but the bird in my hand — it is dead.