To no one in particular, I like so many things about you, How your hair flows in the wind, and the captivating sound of your

Lost in darkness, struggling to get free, I wonder if I'd ever see the light again, or if the darkness will haunt me,

Sometimes I feel like I should tell you, sometimes I feel you should hear, Of the many things running inside my head, the things that

Met her when I wasn't searching and wasn't sure we'd even click, I was worried I'd bore