I am lost for words,
What is good?
So I shall write,
An envisionment,
Of goodness:

A smile,
Painted on blue lips,
Cold hands revived,
Holding my own,

Answers,
Fill the throbbing void,
That remained hollow,
For so long,

Sky,
Soft and blue,
Dusted amidst stars,
In which we fade,

Then will we be,
Genuine