Bright and beautiful
Have their place on Earth.
So do the
Dark and decrepit.
In this same way, you serve as
Both my Inhibitor and
Catalyst. If i asked you
To ask me one thing, would it be
the Question that I could never bear to answer with a straight face? In the
same basic way you offer me your crooked smiles in the
daylight but pretend I don’t exist
When the sparrows have gone home,
How can you be so much of everything to me?