You again.

What gave me the audacity to claim I don’t know who I am?

My little honey, how delicately your voice plays on my heart strings.\

1. Place your heart in a jar. Bury it beneath the cold earth in the garden.

Come close to me. Let our skins become one in the same.

Come dance with us. All glowing skin and long hair.

Sweet soft angel. You make death seem so lovely.

In my most calm and still moments, your face comes to me like a caress on the cheek.

Let me be made of love. I can be an oasis in the desert.

Maybe you're gone. Maybe you're 200 miles away, but I can still love you from here.