Musical Flowers.

Musical Flowers, Musical Birds. Musical People to which music allures.

Musical Flowers larger than I, musical birds, taller than I.

All the musical people I know of and know, All the flowers and birds singing so soft and slow. 

Musical Flowers, Musical Birds. Musical people to which music allures. 

Musical Flowers, you put me to bed.

Music & people all stuck in my head. 

You, my dear are far removed from any bad thought I've had in years

You, my love are near my heart for with you, my love is all but gone. 

This music and these birds have flown around my head, they've pieced together memories, 

I've long thought dead.

Anything I have for which I count as fruitful, is somehow related to you and I can't stop thinking about you. I hadn't seen your face in years. In four fucking years. Now out of no where I see it. I know this wasn't your fault, I know it was all my doing, hell I was looking for your face. However, I find myself so broken by this finding. I am breathing heavily and all music I once loved I now hate. All music I ever hear now is not but poison for me. I miss you but it's nothing except pain. I'm a glutton for punishment, therefore you who punished me the most I now desire.