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something happened...
Response to Jackson Cell.
I had to cry a little last night
I had to cry for you, my friend
My future lover, trapped in vase
of your own piece. Kept sober by the
moons air, and drunken by the sun.
I want you to come back home.
Please, come back home.
Be with me again. Cry for me
Again.
I had to cry a little last night, not
For me but for you.
I saw you. I felt your eyes.
I wanted you yet, death stood between
Us. A foreboding that precise pall
Over our hearts. the spent and dejected
Dull letters of our names written in the sand
Washed away by the wind.
I had, to cry a little last night
So much, that I cut a little deeper.
{Is that Better Alexander. I swear you will be the Death of Me}
Response to Jackson Cell.
I had to cry a little last night
I had to cry for you, my friend
My future lover, trapped in vase
of your own piece. Kept sober by the
moons air, and drunken by the sun.
I want you to come back home.
Please, come back home.
Be with me again. Cry for me
Again.
I had to cry a little last night, not
For me but for you.
I saw you. I felt your eyes.
I wanted you yet, death stood between
Us. A foreboding that precise pall
Over our hearts. the spent and dejected
Dull letters of our names written in the sand
Washed away by the wind.
I had, to cry a little last night
So much, that I cut a little deeper.
{Is that Better Alexander. I swear you will be the Death of Me}