It’s too sad
Blue marker on a paper bag,
You could wear it like a mask
You could be your own dad
Like you’re supposed to
I could show you
At the end of the summer


Like old friends, 
Who never asked, 
"How can you be happy when you wear all black?"

"I have so much of you in my heart."

John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne (via confusingmisery)

(Source: larmoyante, via vansiclen)