The water works are working, and bless your fucking heart. your porcelin complexion would flourish much better under florecent lights. for the UV rays i'm glaring are simply a ploy to protect your shell, so frail and so forgiving, but could you blame these eyes? for they have witnessed death.

i'd love to save your inner beauty, reconfigure your lovely shine, so let these car wrecks drain me, suffocate my lungs air tight.

for in this the great heights have called upon the dimmesed winged around. baby your angel has a secret tucked away deep down within his vows