im not helpless but your so helpful today, to me it aint all the same. they might tell you that your so priceless but to me the words are a shame they do you no justice in any way. Let me describe you somethin, a scribe could never do for you, on partridge words are ever smooth. I might sometimes be rude, but for you ill smooth the in between so it comes out.... new. I havent a clue what to do when you smile at me it just come through and blinds these old eyes that thought they realized everything they could do. You are to good to these old bones, this wall of blood and stones, for you i would build a home. I would put my life on the line, and drag myself through the grime just to feel you on my lips, fresh kiss, like the morning dew. I dont know what to do in the absence of abstinence taken upon me by the a sensation that is to true. If you were just ask, i wouldnt pass, and stop and fast, always wanting it to be... you.