pink probably
To be seen
In relationship
In dream
Mother and father
At least in a room
Dreamrooms split
Am I ready? Is he?
To question can be to doubt
Or it can be to tend
Depends
The spirit behind it
Fear me!
Warm me from my chill
The promise of eyes
The truth is that I’m scared
The truth is that I see you hiding
The truth is that’s allowed
What I know to be true is
My powers are real if mundane
“But my truth is arcane”
An exhausted expectation
Well, for today
Thank you for waking me from my slumber dream dove
Light is beyond forgetting
It is creating a never-seen
That what makes it is a dangerous thing
When the air in the room
Can be an elephant