Y'all ready for some sad boi hours? Nope? Well me neither, but this has been stuck in me all week so suffer.
She hands me her blanket
With hot chocolate eyes
and tiny marshmallows
shining a beautiful light
A smile of appreciation
admiring her cinnamon pasted skin
with silver speckles of imperfection
as her voice hums a melodious hymn
She altogether reels me in
like sand caught in the tide
with her scent of milk, roses, and honey
And her beautiful sapphire smile
She spreads a wildfire in my heart
Yet she is unaware she has set it there
She won't notice its there anyways
That fire is set in the valleys
and it burns as rips me apart
