if we had our own vein in the place that we share
I think I'd give you my all
Although I'm uncertain of so many things
you are the grace in my fall
Not in the way that the people connote
Time an illusion to them
Deeper than indigo purple can go
I am the shade in your realm
Stop the mechanical hands that I hold
Tell me the cold is a dream
Tell me the taste would be bitter and stale
Skin cannot claim you and me