Letter
Tommaso Bagheri Toroughi
I'll be sleeping for now
Staying far from the shore
I will wait for the sound
Of your voice through my door
'Cause in that letter I wrote
With my tears that you were
On my ceiling every night
'Cause in that letter I wrote
That you were
In my dreams every day
And yet you burned it
And yet you burned it
I'll wait
And you know it
For your face
It's a bandaid
No more coughs
No more headaches
When I'll lay
With you someday
