And He Calls Me Cupcake, cos Thats All I Am To Him

Falling asleep in pieces

we were kissing before we met

Dreams of word shadows and 

hand-me-down stairs

Broken from the inside out.

Stars have a lot to answer for

and i'm the only shelter.

But keep your face to the rising sun

and i'll deal with the ache in my heart

Wandering forever 

with a broken smile beneath my whispered wings.

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[Frank Winchester]

Moral of the story is don't get that big to be used as a shelter.