Loneliness creeps inside the hollow parts
As I sit here with more to spare in this gnarled tree of a poker game called love
For you It's just ***
For me the slow tide of a frozen ocean
Calling you my global warming
Take my natural state to the black market
Not even selling me whole

Wishing wells the promise of the unappeased
Choosing hope
A seed unable to grow in my hostile soil
Of a star gone wrong
Trapped in dark universe alone