#griefanddespair

[textsishantsendyou]

The song you asked for

To see you without eyes that can love you

Your beauty does not mean a thing

This is nothing to hold on to

So little is there to be

A song of love is unbecoming

Only grief beget from thee

Immersed in all that which was lovely

A memory of what hasn't yet to be

It was never nice to see you

But perfect all the same

An instance of only living

But living is to be in constant pain

[textsishantsendyou]

A pphone call for my fianxe

I love you, honey.

Sometimes you need someone beautiful to tell you everything is worse than it is.

And that it can be fine.