White Days

Ink and Pen were under her hand
The color leaked through the papers edge
Compose words, what you meant to say
Her words get stuck as her pen is swayed.

Don't--
Don't reply you have come to the end
Like the boxes were slight
I will never unfold, no never unfold
Hold your head high above what you meant
Don't pretend to repent
I will never unfold, no never unfold again.

Even when all her thoughts have passed
The world seems clear now she's emptied her head
Where she hides behind all the words she spilled
Like a veil of text that she's draped behind.

Don't reply you have come to the end
Like the boxes were slight
I will never unfold, no never unfold
Hold your head high above what you meant
Dont pretend to repent
I will never unfold, no never unfold.

Even when her thoughts have passed her head seems clearer now
Her words are empty, lost and cold
She's lying to herself.