I'll plead through-out my dreams tonight:
> to bid you a (semi)fond farwell
> For I know you'll never change
Always the same
Always a flake
And as I walk tonight
The sky above me looks like patchwork;
As if I reached up and tugged at it, it would become unseemed
And so I did
When I reached up I parted the clouds
and ripped a hole in the sky
> so that the stars could spill out
Littering this vast wasteland
That we lie across
like falling stars falling
> toward the dirt laiden earth below our bodies
And as we plumet
I'll hold you close in my arms
> until your flesh melts into mine
Then I wake up
