Him.
The light I see in the stormy abyss that is ever changing.
I want to be poetic but to be honest
I just love the reality of it all.
The sweet sound of his voice at 3 a.m.
The tickle of his curly cued brown mane.
The way my heart sings whenever I feel close.
I have lived in the way of the isolated for so long
I have forgotten the euphoria that comes along with love.
I had given up on adoration long ago and now
I find myself finding things I would think you would like
The idea of us correlating throughout time
The way of us finding each other each time
You You You
You are the one I feel.
And I just ramble when thinking of you
God I don't even know what I'm saying but
I know, this beaten and bruised heart
is forever yours.