three smiles shy of perfection,
holding on to the thorns in your skin,
Silver shines through the closed door,
Leave the window open for me.


Ocean blue as perfection,
Salt forming on our skin,
I used to dream in color,
But now I never dream anymore.


Help me to see the sunlight,
To see you closer.
When you leave me,
Send your ghost to comfort me.


Eyes don't lie so don't look at me,
It'll change everything.
Stones don't cry so I won't,
Cast the first one.


I'll never see what I look like,
Through the glass you're in,
I'll never taste the salt that's built up,
Underneath.