when
"time has Gone for far too Long,
and
all you Have are bags of Sand;
ill
hand you Mine and watch you Fall.
it
always makes me laugh.






after That ill dry your Tears,

clear your Eyes and hide your Sadness.
the
fact that I have cried for Years,
a
pears to be a napkin."






i
panic at the sight of love,
the
comfort of another Hand.
i
panic at the slightest Hug,

tugging from its Grasp:






Gasping as i try to Smile,

wider than i ever Have:

masking that i find you Vile.

"Liar Liar pants on Fire."