I Would Blossom If I Were A

I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart, And Not The Full Four Seasons Of The Year.

Life Goes On Forever Like The Gnawing Of A Mouse.

I Know What My Heart Is Like Since Your Love Died: It Is Like A Hollow Ledge Holding A Little Pool Left There By The Tide, A Little Tepid Pool, Drying Inward From The Edge.

They Say When You Are Missing Someone That They Are Probably Feeling The Same, But I Don't Think It's Possible For You To Miss Me As Much As I'm Missing You Right Now

And Reaching Up My Hand To Try, I Screamed To Feel It Touch The Sky.