each night im on my knees for her,
waiting to be saved
but sometimes i think she needs me,
a little less with each spilled drop
because my mouth cannot catch,
what drips down my chin
and is I wonder if I am imperfect,
she kisses it away
perhaps one day,
she will be so kind
as to do the same with my tears.
I'm sure she would,
be so kind,
if only she knew
