Too tired to write, too shaken to be an artist, so beautiful are you to me, you're too lovable to be too perfect. As you say things I never hear, as you keep on keeping on without me, and when you write things I can never read, I can't help but worry, about you and what you feel. Another night passes not knowing your day, I'm left alone with brittle memories, your face, what we've said, what we've read, every minute since we've met. I'll say it here first I love you to death, it's hard even for me sometimes to believe how much.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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