i couldn’t handle causing your heart grief or pain you are too precious.
i couldn’t handle causing your heart grief or pain you are too precious.
all of the songs ever written– they don’t speak of a love like ours– at the base its unquestioned solidity– a dependable knowledge of what is– certain beyond a doubt– nothing meaningless is possible. i revel in it– enjoy its eb and flow make time and space for it to exist but my heart– …
my heart cannot be tempered; though many other parts of me endure.
the edges of myself 