It's a little late for
A smile
It's a little late for
A mile
You promised
Or
Maybe I did
That the sun
Would always shine
In
Both of our eyes
You're a tad quick
With your pick
You're a bit knicked
With your tick
But I love you
Just the same
There's no reason
I wouldn't have came
Walk toward a dead poet
Mirror
Expose of a soulless
Exhibitionist
Praying
One day
They'll have a soul
They believe
Is not worth
Remembering.