I almost had you. That split second where you face opened wide and your smile yeah that one I was so sure it would come out. And like hope stuck between famished teeth I can't ever seem to get it, you smirk?, to actually bother. Never brought to a simple truth • an honest smile.
Jack's out the box and still no ghost. On the edge dangles a sheet. That was quite the escape. I hope to see you, one day.
For I am the veiled idol, never to be known always feared. How can I teach you if I cannot see the words smile upon me.
Disregard my grief.
Jumping up, spring caught in a splint. You're no help. You would have ruined us. She was quick to cut the rope. You are unveiled. Faith hanging by a thread. And I could not raise my parted lips to you, not once. There was no truth to give.