The White Cat

|Lives|

He
Spoke
To
Her.

His
Voice
Strained,
Shaky
But
Melodic,
Soft
Beautiful..

Hope
Loved
It.

***
You've
Been
Improving..

Despair
Smirked
At
Hope.

She
Just
Shook
The
Look
Off.

"I'm
Actually
Not"
She
Replied

"Even
Though
There
Is
A
Rainbow
After
The
Storm"-

"Another
Storm
Will
Come
Sometime"

The
Whiskered
White
Remained
Silent

Insanely
Beautiful
Melodies
Filled
Hope's
Ears..

The
Songs.
Stories.
Lyrics
That

Control Our lives.