I wrote this for him before we were both taken away in police cars:
You're sharp as razor-wire, fragile as a dragonfly's wing beat
I try to keep up with the spinning of the wheel, knowing the fickleness time has on one such as yourself; I live by the wheel in like manner.
I don't know the outcome, all I can do is fight for myself as well as you - the effort is stupefying.
True love is amaranthine, i have sorely learned.
Therefore I shall abide, my own wings battered by those less fastidious.
To what end? I know not.
For what else except love is there worth fighting for?
Current Location: Saskatoon SK Canada
Current Mood: depressed
Current Music: sinead o'connor nothing compares 2 u