Creepy nights crawl along my spine,
Sipping on nightmares I cannot confine.
Casting out the bullets in my head,
Fueling the darkest secret I’ve kept.
But there is hope—
A light that rises, chasing the smoke.
It shines and stretches, seeking a rope,
To pull me from the black hole’s choke,
Toward the dreams I dare evoke.
If love were light,
It could not gleam without its shine.
Yet reality must pave the way,
To prove its worth beyond cliché.
So, let me see what I truly desire—
Not love consumed by fleeting fire.
I wish for love that’s pure and vast,
For you, my dear, to make it last.
