lonewolf-ww

Hello, sweet voice An empty feeling I speak to So cold from a distance Yet warm to the touch. You fool me into thinking That im alone, Only to surprise me from behind. Hello, warm colors, that upside-down painting on the wall, an abstract metaphor to me, something to decipher, a mystery I want to solve. What's your name, my distant wonder? Good morning, tender touch, soft bedding beneath me, someone to hold me up every time I'm feeling down. There you are again, so soft-hearted. You speak to me. Sweet dreams, little goddess, that force beyond my own that only you control, who picks me up when I fall down. To trust in