Shattered Shits

Softest Grace

I wanna be your tears,

Born from your eyes, 

A whisper of your fears,

Beneath the skies.

 

Sliding down your cheek,

With gentle grace,

The secrets that you seek,

In every trace.

 

Dying on your lips,

Softly I fade,

In tender, fleeting sips,

Where dreams are laid.

 

To feel your heart so near,

In love\'s embrace,

I long to be your tear,

Your softest grace.