With every kiss I cast,
I hope I hold you right,
my little wishing well.

You told me my sad eyes,
cut you like hot knives,
I buried my head below your whys,
did that make it alright?

My pretty one, of you, I'm terrified,
my monstrous actions you pacify,
sweet words fall from your sweet heart
and warm whatever purity is left in me.

All our barriers broken,
the secrets gently spoken,
all alone in my room,
I took some time
to resurrect with you.