it seems
i've always loved
tragic things
and hated
happy endings

Can I borrow your heart
While mine is on the mend
It's been broken many times before
I find it broken again

This I promise you
I will hold onto it tight and true
If you will let this lonely soul
Borrow your heart

If you lend me your heart
I will take it home with me
Give it lots of love
And treat it carefully

That is one thing I know
A precious heart like yours really needs
So can I borrow your heart
And take it home with me

Lips became rock face wounds,
chapped and sore and high and heavenly
and I’d still kiss them breathlessly.

And though you walk among
the fields and fences of
my heady acre,
I’ll run the risk of failure with
all my devotion
and hand-woven, written emotion.

*It was last year when the snowmelt came, that your tarpaulin skin grew tighter around your peg pin bones.
And it was then that your coat zipper split and broke; let me take you home.

There's nothing wrong with missing people

unless





you're a ******.







:)

See that star...

that's me

keeping watch
over you

constantly.