The Fallen take breaths with silent stares
Looking for dead little cares that can recite their hearts
The blanketed sky holds hopes
Like a threaded needle binds your always to me
I will look to the birds that scour the earth for worms
To find some sort of hope made of looking without finding
Seeking without a bother to care whether it is found
I hope that you can see the tears made of unmade beds
I hope you can feel the psychic pain for you and what we will be
This longing wears me well
Like your sleeves with me and my ghost.
Love, I dare not breathe without your thoughts in me.
