there are tear drops on my wrists
from having never been kissed
13 minutes and two long years
I’ve been soaked in these dark blue tears
now with heavy cuffs
I struggle for what’s enough
and even though it’s clear
I’m still further than she is near
I’m not as far as the hall’s of Guph
the message I received today
came to me in a most peculiar way
silent to a deafening still
yet loud and clear of its will
terror stricken in the hearts of endurance
a legend persists in reoccurrence
your face rubbed in rugged rock
then cooled in shards of glass
