I wish I could steal raindrops and stuff them in my pocket,

Grab scintillating sounds so it can illuminate the earth,

I want to taste the vibrations of a sickly sweet locket,

Bound by the endless null of a candle unlit,

How can I hold it to my soul and weigh its weightless worth,

I wish I could steal raindrops and stuff them in my pocket,

Consumed by the energy of a cancerous profit,

Shaken by the stones of an ancient mirth,

I want to taste the vibrations of a sickly sweet locket,

Trap me in a boundless coat closet,

And weep acidic rage that poisoned my birth,

I wish I could steal raindrops and stuff them in my pocket,

Written fairytales of knife edged bonnets,

Stuffed so full to my empty rimmed girth,

I want to taste the vibrations of a sickly sweet locket,

Sing me a song from the words of a sonnet,

Set fire to the yawning pit of life's hearth,

I wish I could steal raindrops and put them in my pocket,

I want to taste the vibrations of a sickly sweet locket.