I saw you today, my love.
And I'm not sure what to say.
You didn't look well whatsoever which has increased my worry immensely.
You barely looked at me which stung.
Perhaps now you understand how I feel when my true face is revealed.
Gods, love. I need you to be okay.
You wouldn't even kiss me.
How can I cease this worry. It's consuming me just like my love for you.
Erskine. Erskine. Erskine.
My golden-eyed love is a broken man. And I am hopeless.
