May not be a star
Or a glowy meteor
And i am unaware
Know not with what to compare
Letters were not written
But my love, i have not forgotten

You, the gloomy pure cotton, white; soaked in the milky way of beyond

Me, for sure wandering reasons, write; quote the spell with a wand

Though, i do understand there's a reason to fight
A Reason I mute
Get out of the sight
Follow the devil, the cute

So pretty, thousand apologies to seize or squeeze the errors
destroy the cracked mirrors

There is loot for every storyteller
Safe, for all the words that I've used
In you

Hey! Beautiful