My jaw aches with unshed tears

I glance at the blurring moon and wish upon many a star

The shining light glows on the brimming, sparkling drops

That threaten to turn my eyes salty silver

The life that trickles down my cheeks and leaves a goodbye trail

Tiny pinprick snails that slink a burning path down my pounding head

Nobody can kiss me and make it better anymore

Hell. Nobody will kiss me anyways.