‘Oh it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you…’
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
‘Oh it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you…’
‘Dry your eyes, mate’
‘All charming people, I fancy, are spoiled.
It is the secret of their attraction.’
– Oscar Wilde
I may have said
You were exceptional
But I’m afraid, my dear,
You were never quite
The exception
When you tell them
How you met me
Remember to mention
How you forgot me too