Out of everyone, you picked me.
These past few months flew by like lightning,
Strikes and river flows, ebony skulls and my nightmares hunting me down like deer.
But there was one thing that pushed me forward.
The days I woke up with your back to me, or the night I shook from the terror of my nightmares,
Just to hear your comforting voice, the smoothness of honey, dripping down my throat.
When the clock striked midnight and I looked in your eyes, I knew there was something coming to be.
For some reason, you picked me.
Jan 8, 2024
Jan 8, 2024 at 12:42 PM UTC
Out of everyone, you picked me.
These past few months flew by like lightning,
Strikes and river flows, ebony skulls and my nightmares hunting me down like deer.
But there was one thing that pushed me forward.
The days I woke up with your back to me, or the night I shook from the terror of my nightmares,
Just to hear your comforting voice, the smoothness of honey, dripping down my throat.
When the clock striked midnight and I looked in your eyes, I knew there was something coming to be.
For some reason, you picked me.
