I could write a thousand rhymes on how your hand melts into mine but they would still tear and scatter when the wind blows through. no matter how loving your glance lasts for a second I know I’ll never be enough for you. Close your wallet cause his photo eyes are too much for me to take. I wont burn all your letters but I’ll wash them away. Breathe in one last time and lend a taste of the sky. By the time you exhale I’ll have set all the sails I’ll be gone without saying goodbye. I’ll go off by myself when the ones who made me cry want a piece of the glory. Never heard of again “a nice kid with a tragedy story”.