I don’t know what I’m going to do

You’re standing there naked and true.

Always on the side

waiting for me.

What do I have that you see?

What is it with me?

Never trust a breathing thing.

Never allow love between.

Distance myself from all below,

making the fall soft and hard.

Never calculate the pain I throw.

Never count the tears that grow.

Alone I see my faults

buried amongst these fallen wings.

Another can be my heaven

since salivation is too late for me.