To You,

I was the page
So no one could put me together

No one could read me
like nobody could read you

I felt like a duplicate script

My life on a dime
with spiral

If I could survive
I think I'd drink my shot at life
in a glass of moscato filled with ice and savor

We have limited moments here on earth
Can you give me a sign from heaven?

Would it be safe to say
that you'll be on my side
In the end?

Is heaven such a thing that truly exists? Because I see sanction and the fruits of life in its eyes.

Only God knows how this life lies in times of trialed errors, mischievous days, in my many moments of masked disguise.