I think I've read a hundred books this week
trying to fill myself with missing things
I turned the world, I flipped the pages
met some dragons, read of sages
met a sasquatch, almost winced
passed him by and found a witch
she looked so very sad, I thought
and I asked her what was wrong
you've got magic, I insisted
you've got charm, I then persisted
but her tear kept rolling down
as she looked upon the ground
and I saw her bloody hands
from the turning of the rocks
what a mess there was around
some lost courage then I found
and to heal her I so wanted
my red kerchief wet, I handed
and I wrapped her hand in mine
he's too far away this time
and she looked up at my eyes
put her bloody hand in mine
and I broke down and I cried
his love was just a lie

and a gazillion tears rolled down
on grey skin