With shaking hands she reached
Deep inside her dying
Soul —a wooden thing—
Within that whole
And there she found

There are secrets that I’ve kept
deep inside.
Comments withheld for the sake of
sharing.
Overwhelming feelings of inconsist

I don’t know how to make you stay
But you don’t know how to communic
And I don’t know when the day
will come for you to end this stat
of anger and misery

The shadows on my wall remind me o
The sleepless days without any end
And those images of you soft
In wait, for ship to meet your doc
How your hair falls from one shoul

There is a beauty in the confusion
A white blank mess drawn into you
With eyes like the sky liquefied
In a pool of blue
Small whispers of a certain call

Her eyes soft and blue
like waters of eternal
youth, and life and truth