Seven

So not clean-Rough first draft- not sure there will be editing or deleting.

7

Seven is my lullaby,
My make-believe and ever-after dream-come-true.
Seven is the time I’ve spent away, and the time we’ve been together too.

Seven is the digits in her number, and the smile on your face.
Seven is the happy we’ll never get to taste.

Seven is the luck, it seems we never shared-
Seven is the aftermath and I’m so ill prepared

Seven is the hope- I pray it’s in my grasp,
and Seven is the high right before the crash.

Seven is my lullaby,
My make-believe and ever-after, my dream-come-true.
Seven is the reason I’m still in love with you.