And yet 'tis flesh and blood alone that makes her so divine


I’m worried about her.

I didn’t think about lung cancer when we dragged on those first cigars, I didn’t mind the frostbite that teased after maine’s ocean, I didn’t linger on the newdeath or olddeath but I’m contemplating herdeath. I’m sure she’ll be fine but there are far too many oursongs to risk the slow reaction to a faster falling.

I love you like I love you