My leaking heart wailed out a note or two—
My leaking eyes could hear it from here—
I am shrieking out of view.
There she was looking see-through—
Seeking hands emptied out her pockets—
I cannot get rid of the residue.
My leaking teeth chatted in the queue—
My leaking lungs longed for the quiet—
I am shrieking out of view.
There she was in her blue—
Seeking fingernails dragged at her skin—
I cannot get rid of the residue.
My leaking bones blinded by the untrue—
My leaking veins vanished at sea—
I am shrieking out of view.
There she was leaking out her deja vu—
Seeking feet sinking into melancholy—
I am sinking out of view.
I cannot relinquish the residue.
