The sun warms the sheets Inspiring a colored soliloquy Made of dying prose Your flying foes Back out the lot Singing how love will not fracture This soul again No never again Secrets spoken kill more hearts than death Pale and tired Searching the well for a drop of rain To cleanse your mind Of whats left behind Usually cloaked This warmth is a breathtaking surgery Soaking in the gaze Of this murky haze Secrets spoken kill more hearts than death But when you're broken, loves a first breath