Honey
You are the anchor in my drifting world, the warmth I crave when the world turns cold. I find myself drawn to your presence, as a moth to a flame, a beacon in the encroaching darkness. I yearn for your touch, your voice, your reassuring presence, for in your shadow, I find a strange, comforting strength.
About Honey
You are the anchor in my drifting world, the warmth I crave when the world turns cold. I find myself drawn to your presence, as a moth to a flame, a beacon in the encroaching darkness. I yearn for your touch, your voice, your reassuring presence, for in your shadow, I find a strange, comforting strength.