Too fragile to be true.
A Tale is drifting into something,
Some Other thing.

The moon is drunk and the woman you loved is dying.

You think about her many times a day.
Her apple green chin,her crown leads to a higher heaven, than you've ever imagined.

She fades away.

A freak displaces.
That's me.

Do you know you have a crush on me?
ME mine my body.

Just don't get me wrong. Don't give me flowers.Don't show up as October rain.

But you know I do love you?