Eyes Glazed Over,

Another Daylight Dream Cutting Kisses From Invisible Lips.

A Ghost Coexistent To The Touch Of Fingertips.

I Have Lost The My Faith In First Impressions.

I've Lost My Faith In You.

I Can't Remember When I Stopped Writing In Cursive But I Knew It Had Something To Do With Consequence, A Crush Of Esteem.

I Taste Your Name In A Stale Complexion.

A Burden Lost In My World.

I Taste Your Name In The Sky, In The Sun, In The Stars No More Resurrections.