Oh, Savannah

It’s another night where I’m lost in you.

Jillian Spiridon

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I’m watching you through the glass, Savannah, and you don’t even realize it. You’re like Alice that way, lost in a secret Wonderland of your own making — and, damn, it’s infuriating.

But I know better than to make amends this way. I’m an angel for a reason. My wings may not be my own anymore, but I know you’re hanging on threads I can’t even begin to fathom. I want you so badly, but you don’t even realize it.

Oh, Savannah, you burn like a beacon in the night. Oh, Savannah, you make me shiver in the darkest of nights.

The devil may have had his way with you, but I’m here on the end of your string. Tomorrow will be a different story. Tomorrow will be a better chapter in your life. You just need to have some faith. Try to have a little faith, will you? That would be a good thing for a change. I’d appreciate a little help here, you know?

But your eyes are cast downward, locked on games of gods and demons, and I can’t rouse you from your slumber. I want nothing more than to take your hand and draw you close until the moment when it’s time for us to awaken in the new world. This world isn’t our burden to carry anymore. You know that, right?

This story has an ending, that’s true — but we’re sitting on moonbeams somewhere far, far away. I want to believe in what awaits us beyond your perpetual looking glass.

I looked through the tunnels of the past and future, and this is what I saw: you, standing there, holding a little girl’s hand. Her skin was a different color than yours, but she smiled up at you as if you were the one thing that could keep her going in a dark, dark world. And then I was there too, holding out my hand for hers, and she took it as if there were nothing more she wanted.

Oh, Savannah, that little girl is ours. Oh, Savannah, I want you to know that we’re going to be the thing that makes her world shine so bright. Do you realize that? Or have you given up? What can I say to make you see that I want what’s best for you?

Savannah, you were the best thing that ever happened to me — and now I want to repay the favor a thousandfold. Savannah, you’re the sweetness in my songs up on high. Savannah, you’re the daydream when I…

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