I reach for you on faith alone.
Those words aren't mine.
I wish I had written them myself.
But it still rings in my head.
The song repeats until it's law.
Until they are the only words that I know.
I would choose you over and over again.
Give me a room full of people.
And I would still find you.
Time will pass and it will be you always.
Then I saw your words tonight.
It surprised me like you wouldn't believe.
I'll take these words with me.
Holding them close to my chest.
You may never say another word.
But these ones will be the most precious.
The blackest of dark, I'll reach for you.
Trusting my hope, my faith all by itself.
About the Creator
Rabbit
I see the world a little differently than most. Even at a young age I was writing down what I saw but never sharing it with a soul until now. I'm choosing love over fear.
The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm6 days ago in Fiction
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