I Miss You Already I Don’t Need

I'll Meet You At The Altar" "i'll Be The One In White!

I Was Like A Lost Moon―my Planet Destroyed In Some Cataclysmic, Disaster-movie Scenario Of Desolation―that Continued, Nevertheless, To Circle In A Tight Little Orbit Around The Empty Space Left Behind, Ignoring The Laws Of Gravity.

I Took His Hand, And Suddely He Yanked Me―too Roughly―right Off The Bed So That I Thudded Against His Chest. "just In Case," He Muttered Against My Hair, Crushing Me In A Bear Hug That About To Broke My Ribs. "can't―breathe!" I Gasped.

He Sparked On His Body That Reflect Like Mini Mirrors Of Diamond

The Wasting Of Finite Resources Is Everyones Business