







Just wrote this thinking of love. Love love love.
The best and worst thing by causational nature..
Ah yes. SOEMTHING about love that beckons the breakable ensuring that if you dare put on her ring, she will cast a shadow of doubt on ever word that etches forth thee from whiskers of dogs one shall sound while under the superimposent occupation of loves long lost longevity. The chemical bonds are breaking worst than prison chains coined to the beanbag when you feel on loves defense mechanism. To challenge those that go forth into that bondship, to adhere to the complex now required before the dance. Depressing your neck right before the music starts if as if you were did when loves honey-moon first chipped an arrow skirmishly racing wheelbarrows down eves garden held to the promise of give and take that it wouldn’t always be summer. Which one of you grew the most careless at the ruby birthed like a neptune Pearl during the christening and stopped paying attention to/in order of nursing the blade baby that which cut its way through force of entire countries destructing civilized men to act augustly… like “the fallen…”
This gotta be a mistake.
I never fall.
But surely…
(surely speaketh of thouest favorite lines) #much #please