By Arcassin Burnham

Raindrops fall on your decorative skin
in sights to seek a beginning to dry,
We could live in paradise and see the
Face of everyone that has died,

You will never have to witness a
Broken heart in your chest for I long
For your fantasies,
I'm nice enough to try to give you the
World than getting rid of my nervous
Tendencies,

Before we perish i want you to know that
My love for you will never see it's end,
I take back all the mean things I said to
You and all the plastic covered sin that we
Receive and send.