Calm me down
And bring me to the ground...

You will be lucky to see me
The real me inside...

Inconsistency
Contradiction all the time...

Just one time I wish you could see me cry for you
The willingness to die for you...

I can’t make it true
I can’t make it real...

Sitting there with all the loneness in the world
Staring aimlessly at the window’s frost...

You sit there looking at me with a messed up face
Asking me why are you mad...

Lava encased in a warm glass skin bubbling...
Covers wrap my feet warding off the cold chill...

Ever wonder how lonely it is, hanging there
All alone, desolate and cold without sound...

Think of me as a wolf,
Quiet, Protective, Mystical...

Wrap yourself in the diffident word of literature,
By opening your psyche to the world unknown...

It was nice…
To hear your voice after you being gone since...