Tremendous value of

Parcel

I turned slowly to the paraclete

To express the love that made me complete

Pat at on the back of that tat?

Cinders warmed the corpse’s heart

Hail, the soul that reared from poignant bath

Its only at the story of Juliet

Roses, vintage letters in Taylor’s net

Compass and dreamcatchers that I know you bet

Cardboards and bears that never teared set

Cameras black without the spectrum of friend

Turned secrets into pain so not intended

Trees dropped the peach of myself, wrecked

Knowing you’re Heaven sent across all trend

All of you got me, both irrational and rational

Sinking to think the records that made us universal

Eternal, I thought superficial

Hence it’s the gift of being real an erithreal