#probably not rip

You're wonderful

I want to hear your voice all day

You talk to me and I'm speachless

Gave me attention for a second

and I remember for a lifetime

Can we talk more

I think we should spend more time together

You said I was cute and i cried

I think you're handsome and i want to tell you that every day

I look what what you said

and my face turns red

                                      tho’st spontaneous words of COMFORT had regularly come as something so natural ‘pon the most tranquil of tongues: spencer had since succumbed to their unspoken grief. he, himself, was beyond REPAIR -- and became weary of incessant bad luck that plagued these walls of alexandria. jessie and her boys were the latest to play victim to the HORDE, and though the topic was left UNTARNISHED: spencer knew of the feelings the elder possessed for the flaxen female, and oh, how her untimely demise had left the LEADER in utmost tatters. and his son’s INFLICTED partial sight was but a further burden on he. and spencer’s SORRY: for a person did not deserve such loss derived from a situation that could’ve been TAMED, and though disagreement was a normality for the two men, spencer felt OBLIGED to offer a condolence of sorts. they’d all lost something that night: importantly, DEANNA MONROE. and from that, spencer since realised the FIRST to be offered such a role would be rick grimes. and he’s NOT even ashamed for passing the leadership onwards, for RICK was most deserving, HE SAVED THEM. ‘pon saving them, he’d sacrificed something DEAR, and regardless of past differences, spencer would offer his THANKS. rifle set a’twine both calloused palms, bloodied with EVERY strike upon rotting brain matter, he’d set foot upon awaiting ground to APPROACH his superior with voluntary terms of benevolence. 

                                            ‘ DOLOR HIC TIBI PRODERIT OLIM. ’

                                                                    mirrored the infamous words of DEANNA MONROE as she lay dying, succumbing to her anatomy’s wish to ROT. tho’st the expression proved most futile to UTTER in the cooler breeze, spencer had heard it once ‘pon his fruitful dreams, and deemed it NECESSARY to repeat for the sake of rick’s sanity.