3 am
The party is dying down.
(12:38) If you see this message, please call me
I feel like we met in the park. What a pleasure it is to be able to lie to myself like that. I know we didn’t, but that’s where our brains…
I swear I’ll keep you safe and soundA spot inside my heart, unboundOf other passing fancies,Ready a fist of pansiesAnd lavender, waiting forYour shoes to walk through my door.Settle there, you sweet pilgrim.I don’t ask for children,No engagement ring for me.I am…
I bade her meet me atop Ninny’s tomb,
During an eclipse of the sun and moon
And kissed her soft inside a fairie ring,
Unknowing that she was a fickle thing