These words,

Are my love,

My lover.

And the fire to burn brighter.

These words,

Are the prayers,

Of all the lost souls.

And the grief of the ones left behind.

This prose,

Is the string,

That pulls my bow.

And the arrow that pierces your heart.

These lyrics,

Are the last breaths,

Of my only victory.

And the fanfare that precedes my triumph.

…

Love you baby 🖤

600 streak… 🫠