Sweven

Meet me at midnight.

Meet me under the cover of the sweven.

Tell me your truths, tell me your lies.

Tell me why your name is the only name that comes to mind when they say lover…

Explain how you paint my soul in the most beautiful ways… yet I’ve never even laid eyes on you in the waking realm?

Can’t you feel the agony I feel without you? The hollowness to my soul, the lost pep to my step, the wolf’s howl that was lost in the void to its moon. Is it just me? Or do you feel it to?