Broken strings, glass-tear eyes—
where’s that smile from a distance?
:been a bit distant—
clapped back at feelings; can you hear 
the applause in the distance?

&nbsp;&nbsp; You are my world in a world full of sin—
seen as you are, sin as you are; I still let 
you in; for better, no worse— your cold, 
my warm…you don’t just feel—
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; you are my poem.