You promised to let go
in the absence of hope...

You never saved the poetess
that lived within her because...

I promise that I will wait
Even if we were distant by fate...

This journey had started when
I learned how to hold a pen...

I still see who you are, beneath
all of this anger and hatred...

It's really cold in here
The place is pitch black...

You were daddy's little girl
who would climb my back...

She kept pushing my coffee cup aside
and I begged her for a new chance...

Between the earth and the stars
they were flying too far...

Always walking along
the line of shadows...

We both entitled
one another with names we...

When I can no longer bear
the ache of agony and despair...