I could exist solely for you,
So why is there this urgency to run?
Am I only frightened by the fall?
Or the wounds I’ll sustain at the end of it all?
I should trust my strength,
Open myself to possibility,
This feels different,
As scribed in the pages of fate,
And written in the stars,
How can one tell?
When the spell cast is blinding,
But you seem irrefutably sincere,
I sense the greatness in us.
Weighted in our discourse and
Ceaseless accolades.
have we inflamed the unknown?
Transpiring beyond our control?
The veracity lies in imminent times.