Ironically Finished, Unfinished Business:

A soul's kiss on your own soul's lips
Both for all we are still bleeding
You were ever my favorite failure
Just so you know, you know
That you've lost a miracle; you've passed by me
We could have been bright; life was right
But now we'll never know; now you've got to go
So move along and don't turn back
'Cause all you'll see is what you lack
All you'll see is blue and black
'Cause all I gave I'm taking back

3 Times The Frost:

He drags on his cigarette
Eyes wide and startled like a dying dog's
Simple profundities pour from that cupid's-bow mouth
Lies within truths, illusions from which I can divulge
All the secrets of his heart
Such a beautiful, failing thing I see before me
A flower shivering under the first frost, perhaps?
I find myself straining to listen, to simply hear
Without cutting him with poisoned words
And lashing him with the whip of my will
So frail, I remind myself, so wonderfully frail
And frails things must be preserved, mustn't they?
Simply by merit of his nature, he is singular
To me, at least, he is singular
No matter how hard the gardener tends his treasures
Winter's tread still shrivels them to dust, I know
And no matter my efforts, a doomed thing, beautiful or not
Will still be doomed
So I listen, I simply listen, and I hear the truth in the lies.