staring at her face was the only remedy i needed to cure my sadness and deprived soul
no longer i yearn for other things i have came attached to an angel in disguise sent from the 7th paradise
letters i wrote to her tattered but not torn those yesteryears of collecting photographs of her she was my Monroe
bit by bit I detached the petals from its thorny stalk she loves me she loves me not is a question that i will never obtain a concrete answer
i walked away from her grave with a sense of reluctance because i knew under those 6ft of soil & dirt she beckons me to join her my Matilda that day will come
Basically this is the outcome of repeating alt-j // matilda for hours & hours