I get around.
I think I will tell you about me because I want you to know me.
To really, really, know me.
To think of me as one of your closest friends and tell other people who don't know, and I mean know, you that well about our special bond and how it's endless and like love but without the pain of loss because I care enough to let you die first so you will never be without me.
I want you to be in love with me, as I am in love with all I let into my life, and get that feeling of the warmth of the sun in your tight upper guts, shining and shining. The touch of my hand and the words here are the same thing.
I have so much love to give. Won't you take some.
To really, really, know me.
To think of me as one of your closest friends and tell other people who don't know, and I mean know, you that well about our special bond and how it's endless and like love but without the pain of loss because I care enough to let you die first so you will never be without me.
I want you to be in love with me, as I am in love with all I let into my life, and get that feeling of the warmth of the sun in your tight upper guts, shining and shining. The touch of my hand and the words here are the same thing.
I have so much love to give. Won't you take some.