The perforated sheets of emotions
Are pouring your fresh tears
Into my hollow heart
Memories are faded, as it appears
Your tears then illuminate the brightest glow
Of my lustrous lighted heart
With wild shabby thorns
I cry, as they hurt
And now my tears are moulding with your garnets
With the hardness of diamonds
I have already got my companion
Cause I have made myself a hard still brittle peanut..