

I wish someone calledI wish someone came knocking at my doorI wish someone wrote a noteI wish someone would ask ‘why’ I called but they
With shut eyes Darkness or sleep? What are the expectations? Pain or sensation? What is the feeling? Anxiety or tranquility? What is the atmosphere? With
To the world she’s Gael the Poetess With eyes as those of a lioness Her favorite mortals are poets With whom she writes duets Messy
Am torn broken and destroyed Just like in the beginning, my world is void Am messed up messier than before Is this just but my