please.Take these tears of mine;More Like This
make them glow in the darkest of nights.
Without solitary music ghosting
across the waters,
you and I would not live
to see another moon upon these bursting clouds.
I want to release the
hard-boiled hurt in my chest that
pains me late at night
and wakes me in the morning
and crawls under my nails to infiltrate
my heart knows yours
better than the stitch-ridden seams of my own.
Look upon the sun
and think of that song you like,
and love me.