I wrote a poem the other night that I felt was too short for a deviation, so here it is. Tell me what you think if you would like.

This bit of life you should not see,
Within this place that should not be.
Outside a box still wrapped inside,
Above the stars, the place I hide.

To dwell in white, to lock a stare,
To melt a heart, to give a care.

Gullible as this may be,
This bit of life you gave to me.