it's 1:36 in the morning and i have a hunger in the pit of my stomach that can only be satisfied with the knowledge that you, dear, might be aching for me too.
Watching her bud like the flower she always was I enjoyed for myself because No one else saw the beauty waiting to emerge Now they all see a bouquet for the taking Like a regular valentines day they all flock like seagulls I stop in to water her every now and then I should have used pesticides...