Whatever happens to you

I've wanted too much for myself.

I may be slayed the events schedule productively and worded my mind to sanity and safe keeping. I love you with everything, Belle. My saving and my sadness. I think it's hopefully. The more I look at you the more I die to you. I saved it for the work of God on the beauty of Mars if ever known again. And sorry, do you notice I'm alive? I've been the board of belle and the belle of the bored and i've been asking too much of you to comply or spend the night about it. I think lovers doomed me and the mask it wears is still its homecoming for the withered. I love soul Saturdays. I need something to eat maybe home made fried rice or artichokes and beans with some smashing new beet hummus and the word of God is spoken. I loved our nights. Make tea, I'm coming home.