With regards,
I write to the heart,
“Come home. \"
She smiles to her stars
and whispers “ Soon\"
White noise,
Blinding memory that comes and goes in Braille,
Sorry can\'t seal this in mail,
“Soon\"
White roses no white lies,
Life behind wishful dreams,
A bouquet is another “ Sorry I forgot\"
This is clearly maimed
Caged with a pack of wolves,
I learn how to howl,
Not to run in a pack,
Waiting for the full moon.
The darkest parts,
Behind them stars,
To shine on your way,
“Soon\"