Imposter

Lost somewhere in the man who stole his face.

Imposter



You were crying when I pulled away.
My first kiss a weepy recollection.
Of your stormy eyes and wet raining tears.
Here, through the passage of time,
I wish I had saved those drops of honest moisture.
To someday give you a reminder
Of the boy you used to be,
Lost somewhere in the man who stole his face.