Are you the final tear in a rush of sand? I killed the ocean to get here. I bottled those messages, smaller words to bring you around. Lost signals never docked the love. Wasted shelter, rotting arms. There is a place to freeze with a staying kiss. There is nothing too late to die for. Keep this contrast to the sun. You have burned enough to become this tough to hold. When you wake those lids, push yourself to the surface. When you live, push the third wave away. Push me away. When you begin to freeze, watch me crash. I had held, while the waters kept showing me the torn reflection.