Tuesday, September 22
I won't compose prose every morning you open your eyes next to me (I won't compare you to a summer's day).
I won't kiss the tears from your cheeks whenever you cry.
I won't remember every appointment.
I won't keep the sheen on my armour.
I won't know what to say sometimes.
I won't get your order right.
I'll be late.
I'll fuck-up.
But I'll write something for you when you least expect it (in summer or winter).
But I'll hold you as tight as I can whenever I can.
But I'll burst through the door as soon as I remember.
But I'll polish it until it shines again.
But I'll say something anyway.
But I'll go back and make it right.
But I'll get there.
But I'll try.
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howdy ho! 11:37 PM
我们可不可以不勇敢
当伤太重心太酸无力承担
就算现在女人和流行使然
好像什么困境都知道该怎么办
我们可不以不勇敢
当爱太累梦太慢没有答案
难道不能坦白地放手哭喊
要从心里拿走一个人很痛
很难
howdy ho! 3:57 AM