For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
Happy birthday to my dear birthday buddy Anna, who deserves all the angst she can get. ♥
I studied this poem in school
Did you almost start to wonder if I was real? Did I nearly get ya?
You and I have said our goodbyes twice now // I’m no happier than I was the first time