Alas, the world stole the half of my heart
Void was filled, before, a meaningful part
But then again like a flower that blooms in the daylight
Left alone stranded beneath the stormy midnight

She brings light with her, I gaze, and I stun myself
Blinded by a cause, afterall, I wouldn't ask for help
My arms are overgrowth tree roots that soothes upon her tender skin
Every breath is a message,...